Friends, Dads and... Packing.

So, life is fairly complicated at the moment. I have two friends who've suddenly decided to become mortal enemies, and its quite annoying-confusing-hard-painful-ridiculous-pointless to keep trying to please both them. The truth is though, one of these friends are getting quite annoying. She's of the leech variety :/
Also, I just want to mention something. One of my friends also has a blog, and in one of her recent posts, she was comparing herself to "Daddy's Girls," saying that she was stronger than them. I was totally a daddy's girl. But did my dad spoil me? No. Was he incredibly strict with me? Yes. Did he constantly compliment me? No. Did he support me? Yes. I just wanted to say, that just because you love your dad and your dad that loves you, does not mean you're weak. It means, simply: You love and are loved. Not: Oh, I love my dad, so I guess that just automatically makes me some kind of weak, dependent girly-girl. Sheesh, people and their ridiculous assumptions....
Also, you don't need 24 hours to pack for a little trip. Just putting that out there.

- Meghan
P.s. - The editing job really sucks since I was lazy.