Life Update: The Story in Between bouts of Something

Classes have started barely a month over and I still can't get over the fact that I've only enrolled in two courses - which is something my mom can't believe I've done but can't do anything about.
Not that I have any other options, though I've had choices. We all have choices. If there was one thing that I've learned from all the movies I've watched, all the books I've read: We always have choices. Even having no choice is choosing not to choose.

So, options. And the situation I'm wading in:
(1) I'm not working.
I wished and I'm looking but that doesn't mean that I wanted to. I kinda succumb myself to the fact that I cannot be a working student as I tend to let go of the student part. (Being an undergraduate at my age is such a nag. I can't move on until I appeased what my mother wanted for me. I can't move on until I caved to stereotypical society telling me that I had to have a degree in order to belong to the educated masses.) I spend most of my time wallowing in self-destructive thoughts whilst projecting depression to my not-so-long-distanced boyfriend. Sometimes (okay, MOST of the time) I read books.

(2) Extra-curricular activity
Did I ever mention I'm part of the school publication?
Not that it was something. SOMETHING.
I liked the challenge when I applied. I've always loved writing. In campus journalism or plain journalism - I liked voicing what I thought. Column-ing, if you may. The creative writing of a non-fictitious something called Feature Writing. Literary poetry. I hate news and current events.
I think editing counts as an expression for my love of grammar and the English vocabulary.
I've used a miniscules of my spare time contemplating quiting but not really pushing through - I might regret it. I might not. I'm just lazy. But I'm getting something out of it anyway, so I might as well stick.

(3) Diseases and "You reap what you sow"
That's probably the mantra we have at home whenever we can't EAT what we want. Specifically, my dad. Diabetes is a sucker with the whole lifestyle change and shit. When we won't follow, complications lurk.
It's a sad life when you're eating cardboard viands and saltless soggy stuff while everyone else basically eats spices and oils and lard. Stuff that you can't eat just because.
And the medicines. I held the family budget and I'm technically scraping the bottom of the barrel to meet the week's end. I can't even do Starbucks or any acquired vice based on coffee shops and wifi.


Well, that's about the flip side. My usual train of thought if I'm not thinking about poetic scraps, deadlines, or stuff.