So anyway i'm sitting at the table with my mom eating Dinner, and my hair/ bangs don't look any different then they usually do. I mean sure they come down to about half my face, but I like them. So all of a sudden my mom starts attacking me, saying how they are too long! I mean she couldn't have told me any other day?? They look the same as yesterday! So anyway she's saying how I need a haircut which I don't since I got one 2 weeks ago.... grrrr..... mothers.....
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she keeps tellin' me how my hair isn't healthy and enough good looking to be left free and i should have my hair held tight or something
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and I don't live with my parents anyway so it's pretty cool.
although they are more like elders brother and sister than parents.
anyway, sad to hear about ur haircut.
WELL I THINK THEY SHOULD LET US DECIDE WHAT WE SHOULD WEAR AND NOT.
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something like: like it as it is now cuz it can be worse
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welll, it's a quite long story, haha.
My mom is from Bistrita, the city I live in right now.
My dad from another one.
Anyway they both met during university and then got married.
My dad had to give his exams and write his books for becoming a university professor so that mom, I and my little sister came here at my grandparents place.
My mom worked here some years, but then started writing her stuff too and moved to Cluj with my dad again.
So, because they got used to have us here and we got used here, we didn't move with them.
I still tried not to move for some years, my dad really wants us there.
anyway, next year I'm going to move with them, again, like 14 years ago
they tried to move us from this school year, cuz I started high-school but I had luck because they needed some special stuff to transfer me and I took care about not letting them know that. [muhahahaha]
it will be difficult in the beginning because here, here, at my grandparents, I have a lot of freedom. I can go out and come home without problem. and my school situation is also good, so I'm not a homeless person or u know what I mean
There, it will be difficult because they aren't used to this kind of stuff.
But well, I'll survive.
haha, this is the beginning of my autobiografy.
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*now, i can live happily ever after.
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