Ugh...

More fun with the parents. We're discussing the arrangements for our aftergrad party, which my 6 friends and I would be attending here at my house. My parents have the need to emphasize the need for me to inform my very platonic friends not to f*** each other in our house. Obviously we're planning a very sweaty orgy when they fall asleep. Sometimes I hate my parents.

This isn't a one time occurrence, either. I went shopping with two people once and my mom started going on about how they're probably shop-lifters. I was mortified to say the least.

And when I went to Europe, mom was begging me to lock my suitcase because the girls I was sharing a room with were going to rob me blind. They're all IB students and they're beyond innocent.

Why do my parents insist that the whole world is out to get us? What ever happened to trust? What ever happened to innocence? Why do we have to live on defense for our entire lives?

I'm tired of living with this paranoia. It's just one of the reasons that I'm thinking it's getting to be time for me to leave.

~Alexandra