The Story of College Emails and a Pissed Off Teenager...

Come on everyone, say it with me: "Kami's going to be poor for the rest of her life!"

I should be flattered right now. Seriously, since my PSAT scores came in, colleges have been flooding my inbox and sending me letters and things trying to recruit me. I made the mistake of telling my mom about this tonight, and of course, she was happy, you know? Her nerdy little girl might actually make it into a college that will support her passions based on the scores of some retarded test, that's supposed to give everyone some hint as to who I am intellectually.

My mom then asked me if I had come up with any solutions for what I want to major in.

Me: I've got it narrowed down to two.
Mom: What are they?
Me: English or Psychology.

[insert ten minute spiel from said maternal figure about how there's no money in those fields and how I should be a lawyer instead, how I could never get anywhere with those choices unless I got a PhD [[which I was going to do ANYWAY]], and even then there would be no money in it.]

I don't think she really understands that I would much rather be broke and happy with what I'm doing, than loaded with money and miserable with my job.

It's just ridiculous, you know? Your parents are supposed to support you, no matter what you do, and instead, mine tell me that what I want to do, while easily in reach because of how good I've done in English and Psychology, is stupid.

Why don't they just come out and say what they mean?

"You can't support us if you aren't making a lot of money."

Goddamnit...

All right, I guess I'm done now.

Thanks for listening.
~ Me

See? I'm All Right, Now It's Time For Us To Let You Go

So yeah, I know this is hopefully very premature, and that a lot of people are going to be uttering the dreaded "emo" word for this; but I've found the song that I want played at my funeral.

"Wings for Marie" by Tool.

If you haven't heard it, listen to it. It's an amazing piece and actually had me tearing up a little bit, which doesn't happen often at all. It's an incredibly powerful song. So please just listen to it...

Otherwise, the terrorists win.

EDIT: I found two other songs to be played at my funeral. Those songs are Alice In Chains' "Rain When I Die", and the acoustic version of Flogging Molly's "Drunken Lullabies"