Here it goes again...

So B. really surprised me today. It's kind of sad, but all he did was pick me up when I told him to come get me. Saw Cloverfield, which was slow in the beginning, exciting (if somewhat stretched where plot and detail are concerned) in the middle, and predictable at the end. But as monster movies go, this was a good one. The thing had an aura of mystery about it; although allusions were made, its origins were never actually revealed. For the most part, the audience doesn't even see the monster directly, which is a nice effect, I think.

And now, for a semi-rant on the ridiculous and overbearing ways of my parents. I really wish they would accept the fact that I am an adult, a grown woman capable of making her own decisions. Mature, responsible, rational decisions. But no...they insist on treating me as though I were still completely unable to take care of myself. It is fully expected that I not only come home every night, but that I wake them up when I do so. I wish they'd just be okay with me spending the night elsewhere when it suits me, but they're completely uncomfortable with it. And they just guilt me so much about it later. That's the part that really gets me. I know that if I let my mother see what I'm really like, tell her the truths to all the lies I've been feeding her over the years, she would consider herself an utter failure as a parent. Nevermind the fact that I am a Dean's list student with a full-time job. Nevermind the fact that I am much more mature and self-sufficient than the majority of my peers. The fact is, we have different morals. And in her eyes, her inability to stamp me with her beliefs is failure. It is not failure. It is called raising an independent person who can think for herself.

But enough ranting. I kind of wanted to get to bed before two tonight, but I definitely sabatoged that myself by refusing to stop pretending to be asleep at B.'s...so I have no one to blame but myself. It's okay. It was worth it.