OH MY GRAVY!
I was feeling good about driving alone for a week now but Dad just dropped this lecture on how if a cop should ever stop you, don't put your hands in your pocket or else s/he might shoot you dead. Then he rambled on about all the terrific ways that an accident might occur. Now I'm back to being paranoid. I know he means well but sometimes it seems like he's intentionally being mean.

Another thing is that Dad's saving money. The bad thing about that is that there's less money to pay for the cell phones, gas, and all the necessities so that money's gonna have to come out of our tutoring job. Sigh... I guess Dad is saving up just in case something happens too. Religion is a troublesome thing. Both of them believes so strongly but one or both of them must be wrong. Praying doesn't seem to do much help and I must admit that my faith is being shaken.

I hope the future turns out well... and in my parent's opinion, that includes me taking on a career of architecture "because I like drawing". Maybe it's only me, but I think houses and people are totally different subjects but now that I think about it, I haven't really thought of what I'm going to be when I grow up. Any suggestions?