Am I too optimistic????

Ok. So we've stayed here for like how many days now? and all we've done is shop, max out Dad's credit card, cook and clean and shop and cook and shop and cook and cook and cook....Damn!! Ok. maybe this isnt coming out right.
See my dad decided he wanted to have a father-daughter talk, i figured it was the same ole same ole....dont do this, guys are this....you know after that Sex-education thing at age 11, i dont think we've had that kind of talk when he calls you by all your names....
So when i got there, i was expecting something in that line...what would his imperial majesty say?
"You dont like to cook....Why? You are a woman...You will be the mother of the house someday....you need to smile when you are cooking and enjoy it (okay? I think that was the aftermath of thursday's incident but for a conclusion???Haba, you've not seen me in how many years and all you can think of is that i dont cook?)
Well the usual sermon takes about an hour to 2 depending on how many times u answer back so i did myself a huge favour and shut up! so in a record's breaking 45 mins, he said i could go. Hmmmm
At first i wondered if it wasnt another ploy to tell me that i should go get married or something because now he's on this 10-minute cycle questioning of if i still like igbo...Long story! Let me give you the summary. According to my parents, the first words i spoke were igbo and even while in school most of my friends (guys) are non-yoruba as such his imperial majesty seems to think that i'm heading toward that....hmmmmm!
ok. Its not that i dont like to cook, its just that i like oriental food, spicy, colourful food. my dad believes that good food should only have 2 colours at most (black...i.e Amala) or white i.e iyan. Everything else with more than two colours is a real turn off. Me, on the other hand, i like experimenting with food. I once made green-spotted yam pottage and my mom said, put palm oil and pepper in it 'cuz my siblings will not like it. See?? Curbing my creativity.....LOL!
And what is it with these fathers and getting their daughters hitched? I think its the grand child itch. Well he can itch all he wants, nobody's going to organise man for me!
i thought about it again, is that really all there is to life as a woman....to please some guy? Yeah, we all want the fireworks and yearn for companionship but how much of ourselves are we willing to trade for it? because believe it or not, its more of her giving that determines whether the marriage lasts. There's gotta be more to life...(Stacie Oricco)
Anyways, tomorrow is my birthday and i'm wondering...what's this new year going to be like? and what exactly did i achieve in the last one? Well I got my first job. I've met a whole lot of people. I fell in and out of love (still feel the burns of falling...LOL). I made some really tough choices this year. I reached diplomatic immunity with his imperial majesty (finally there's respect for the individual). Saw my baby. Gained new found respect for my mother. Learned to cope with people just as opinnionated as myself (...yes, gramps i'm talking about you). And yes i've found more of Christ's love [believe me, its still as astounding to me as it was the first day i gave my life]. I didnt write the book..partly cause you guys didnt give me any inspiration...LOL and i didnt do the crazy stuff i wanted to do last year... SO 2007, beware!!! LOL
today is my last day as a twenty-@#$%!&%$$ year old! Yipee!!!!