Rebel week!

"Do you know how hard it is to sneak out of your window with a newly pierced belly button? It freaking hurts!"

I must have said that 4 times last night while out with friends at the university bar during dollar draft night. What a week it's been! Again, I've neglected the blog, but I am back none the less! So this summer me and my best friend came up with our '20 for 20' list. Since we both turn 20 years old and felt like we had missed out on so much this far in our young lives, we compiled a list of 20 things that we would do over the summer to make it memorable. She has had her navel pierced for almost 2 years now, but has never had her ears pierced, while I've had mine since I was 13, but never dreamed of doing my belly! So among many of the other things we have already crossed off the list, yesterday we added those! It was a new experience to say the least, I think I will have to post a separate piece just describing the event itself. But what I want to get out today is how my actions and situations from within the last week have made me feel like a rebellious highschooler! I went to a concert on the weekend to see Down With Webster and there were so many young kids there being soooo immature, stupid, and just silly that I found myself starting to squeal right along with them and push and shove just as brutally! Then, I go out to get my navel pierced with my best friend and don't tell anyone in my family! Then get in a fight with my baba to the point that I risk sneaking out of my window to go out as opposed to just leaving anyways and causing more tension. I mean I'm 20 years old! I shouldn't feel the need to sneak around like that anymore! Who cares what changes I make to my body or if I decide to go out for drinks? It's gotten me thinking about how my family treats me, and further, what they view me as. My baba acts as if she still has ever right to rule my world or ground me, threatening me to take away the car or my own computer! I'm not a child, I'm also not on drugs, pregnant, or even having sex for that matter! So why on earth do I need to be treated like an irresponsible mess? I've brought up the issue a number of times, but as per usual, conversations like that go nowhere but to arguments and anger in my family. I just have to remind myself, that I am working 3 jobs and will be returning to university as a full-time student in the fall for my 3rd year! I am being very responsible and successful with what I've got, I'm on a good track somewhere, and want to keep it up! I can't let their need for control get me down or let their power-trips make me doubt myself. I'm doing well, they just choose not to see that. Instead all care to focus on is my 'disrespect' and 'inability to be a go-getter' or take care of my room. Which, might I add, is my own personal space! Leave it be! Yes, I am a work in progress, but that is no reason to treat me as a child or total screw up! I guess this rebellious week was just me acting out a little on my own. To prove that if I wanted to, I COULD get away with it. So props to me, but even more so for NOT doing it on a regular basis and being smarter than them. Yay me! Haha

Until next time,

Luff Kalynka☆彡