So my father won't let me try and switch out of the university courses I'm going into.
"Uh, Helllllllooo? I'm eighteen, I can make my own decisions about my own life. Kthx."
I want him to get out of my life, and quit telling me what to do.
I'm quitting smoking until graduation. That's 63 more days on top of the 30 I've already done. I think I can do it. Way to be healthy.
