petrified.

you say you want a revolution? well, you know, we all wanna change the world.
-the beatles

i HATE confrontation. with a passion. it makes me physically sick sometimes to have to deal with it. but i'm afraid it's going to have to happen sometime this week with two of the people i love the most: my parents.

i was sitting in spanish today, going over the details of a conversation i had with them about going to bonnaroo. currently, this is the way i'm seeing it: i'm 18. i'm willing and able to pay for my ticket. i have a ride. i no longer live with my parents for the majority of the year. and yet, i'm still asking their permission to go. it doesn't add up at all.

needless to say, this has to stop. and i have to be the one to tell them. and that petrifies me. so, i have to break apart from the united parents kingdom and declare my independence as the united states of kathryne.

guard your stations, men. there's about to be a revolution.