Eventful day- UMAT Results

First week of term over, and the amount of work I have is somewhere near catastrophic. I'm only glad that the work we do is relatively simple. I guess I'm slightly exaggerating when I say catastrophic. It's not that bad. Maybe I'm only saying it's not that bad because I'm happy. I'M HAPPY! DO YOU HEAR THAT WORLD? VANE IS HAPPY. Why, I hear you ask? Because the person I like talked to me for longer than 5 minutes.

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Does that sound pathetic to you? Yeah, it sounds a little pathetic to me too. I kinda tried a little too hard, in making my intentions clear. But I was happy. Happy for--- for long enough. I walked out to dinner with a smile on my face, which is rare these days. I mean, of course it's rare, considering the shit my parents put me through. First thing Dad said to me at the dinner table: HOW DARE YOU SMILE. Then my smile froze on my face, and I was unsure how to react.

See, Dad was mad, like, legit mad about my UMAT score. I did okay (but that's my own opinion), except it was literally 1 point below the cut-off for the university my Dad wants me to get into. I responded with, "why are you so angry?", which in hindsight probably was not a very good idea. Then you have my Dad and his angry Asian Dad expression going, "ANGRY?! I'M NOT ANGRY. I'M JUST SO DISAPPOINTED IN YOU." I turn to Mum helplessly, and she gives me a cold stare: "you're smiling because you don't have to do med now, aren't you?"

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Wait, so she knew that I wasn't that passionate about med? Well, what the fuck was it with all those dinner table conversations about me being a doctor then? Then she started doing that thing, where she's talking to herself, like, "well, we've done all we can for you, it's your own path now. You decide your own future. etc. etc." I wish she'd shut up. If she really let me decide my own future, she'd shut the fuck up when I said I wanted to do psychology/IT.  Both my parents insisted that I'll get stabbed by crazy people if I do psych, and that I won't get a job if I do IT. Screw what I actually want to do--- they just want to shove me into Economics/Finance/Commerce (none of which sound very interesting to me, btw), so that I can "be rich" in the future. I know they care for me--- I just hate them for caring. Call me ungrateful, w/e. I've heard that plenty.

So yeah, it was a pretty shitty night. And then I get 1/2 my friends telling the world that they performed spectacularly (UMAT) on facebook. Wonderful. I really needed to know that. Then the other 1/2 of my friends are just plain depressed. Well, it's not like I can rub it in or anything, can I? Basically right now I've progressed from my happy mood to one which is essentially doom and gloom.

Can you really blame me for being moody? I'm rather forgiving of myself on this point. I think I can stay happy- quite easily, if my parents weren't around.