Life is funny sometimes.

But sometimes it is just a pain in the butt.

I called home the other night, and talked with my mother. I needed to talk about some things, and I remember exactly how I felt throughout this conversation. My blood BOILED. I have not felt a stress or irritation, like I felt through the phone with her, not since I had left. I think it's funny how family can just get under my skin. I do not want to go back to New York, mostly because I can not picture living there again. It frustrates me. It also amazes me how I can just live so happily here. Life is so much simpler, everything is. Yeah, I have some complaints, but all in all, my life here is better than ever.

One issue I have here is gossip. It happens no matter where you are, but this city being so small makes ignoring impossible. I hate that they talk about me so much, in childish ways. I feel like in my class (the equivalent to senior year) they are less mature than the first class (9th or 10th grade.) I have friends outside of school, and one good friend in class. He is older than me, which is probably why we get along. I have a friend here who is 14, and he is already more mature than the 17 year olds in my class. How ridiculous.


Anyway, life is good. I just need money...

I go on a trip in 5 days! :)