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I'm feeling the compulsion to put something here, but I don't really have the energy.

Got my Symphonic Pops info in the mail. We're doing the State Fair again this year, about which I have mixed feelings. I thought I was going to go down the night before, but this year our Palatine concert is that Saturday night. Oh well. Another year of leaving at the crack of dawn! At least they have fried snickers!

Continued fight with mom yesterday. Basically, my list of grievances consist of:

-Don't tell me how to dress for job interviews. I've been doing job interviews for twelve years. I think I know how to dress.

-Don't tell me what to wear to church. Or even that I have to go to church.

-Don't tell me how clean or dirty my house is.

-Don't keep rubbing my face into my past mistakes, especially college.

-Don't get pissed at me if I dye my hair or pierce something. I'm twenty-seven years old. Its none of your business.

-I know I'm fat. You don't need to remind me every twenty minutes. And quit telling me what to eat and what not to eat.



Thank you very much. Have a good night.