What a marvelous 2 week event. I was blessed to have 2 teachers this quarter who decided to give us our finals a week early, so I had no finals during finals week.
Here is what I've done so far:
- Subbed a couple days
- went to LA with friends for dinner and a night on the town
- spent the night at a friend's house and played computer games
- went to lunch at Olive Garden with my parents
- went bowling with my friends and played 6 games- my best score was 130
- watched lots of "Law and Order"
- found a new DSL provider for us since we're tired of Earthlink- now it is just a matter of calling and setting up the service
- Took my car in for service; forgot to get an oil change, though
- went to the dentist and had no cavities
- switched banks- ALTURA SUCKS
- today I'm going to weed whack since my dad can't do it anymore since the motions hurt his back
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Friday, March 28, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Memories of my grandpa
I have written about memories of my grandma, so now I'm doing my grandpa
- He had sayings like "woo doggies"
- I remember going to his house almost every Saturday, often while my parents were out shopping
- If it was Saturday, he never had the TV on
- He always had KFWB News 98 on and would listen to the Dodger game on the radio
- He always carried large bills in his wallet ($20, 50, 100)
- Anytime I asked for money, I got it
- He only paid bills by check
- My grandpa ALWAYS wore dress shoes- I don't think he had a pair of tennis shoes or sneakers
- My grandpa always bought shoes a size smaller than he really was and would complain his feet hurt
- His shoes had to be perfect and very polished
- He always went to the credit union on Monday mornings
- He always wore plaid type buttondown shirts (not like fleece)
- He drove a late 80s white Cadillac
- For birthday's, even though it may have been my birthday he couldn't not buy my sister a gift. I remember my birthday from 1st grade when he bought me some toy I can't recall and my sister a Little Red Riding Hood cape.
- I remember playing bartender for him and getting him drinks
- During the days at my grandma's house my grandpa would sit downstairs in the rumpus room
- Like my grandma, grandpa pronounced Saturday Saredee, Tuesdee, Wensdee, etc.
- I remember when my grandpa used to drive me to school he would ask if I wanted to go flying instead. I always said no because I was afraid of missing school; now I wonder if I had said yes, what we would have done
- I remember my grandpa never wore his seatbelt when he would drive. My grandma would always go out to the car to say goodbye to him, would buckle him in, then he'd always take the seatbelt off once he got into the canyon.
- I remember one SIP day when I was in maybe 1st grade I was going to spend the day with my grandpa, after he picked me up at grandma's. Our plans were somewhat ruined- we were going to play with a choo choo train he bought me, but someone broke into his house the night before, so he spent the day working repairing the door
- I remember my grandpa always talked to EVERYBODY. He would take my sister or me to school and have to stop to talk to the parents picking their kids up, the noon aides, and more
- I remember the taste of my grandpa's meatloaf and spaghetti- he didn't cook a lot that I recall, but when he did he was a great cook... too bad we don't have those recipes today. They're lost and gone forever
- I remember my grandpa always had juice of some sort, Diet Coke for my parents, and a couple cans of Budweiser, the Stater Brothers 18 pack of eggs, and bacon
- My grandpa would always fry me bacon when I visited him at his house
- My grandpa had a lot of cast iron skillets
- I always thought my grandpa had sort of a strange, hunched over walk
- I never remember my grandpa listening to music
- There are only 2-3 times I remember playing his guitar- once when my uncle visited him at home, another when Uncle Charlie visited, and then once when my sister and I were alone.
- The guitar sat in the dining area right behind his chair.
- My grandpa was always insistent he got to sit in his chair at the kitchen table closest to the kitchen
- I remember my grandpa kept a stack of bills all the time on his table in a holder
- I remember the tacky green couch and chair my grandpa had
- I remember my grandpa had an organ, but I don't recall him playing it- I do remember the Saturday he got it tuned up to play
- I remember my grandpa had really neat cursive
- I remember he, like my grandma bought birthday cards for every occasion
- He always cleaned his nails and made sure they were clean- he kept them a little long
- He drove very slow compared to my grandma
- I remember every Saturday morning he would call his brothers and sisters in Indiana, then report to everyone on what is going on with them
- I remember one Saturday morning after I spent the night I got to sit in the den with him as he called his brothers and sisters, he put them on speakerphone and I got to talk too
- I remember when his sisters and brothers came out to visit and all the photos they took of my grandpa and I... I remember thinking to myself what do people do if they take pictures and someone is accidentally in the shot they don't know, then do they name the people and give them a fake name? haha
- I remember my grandpa never explicitly said he had a twin sister, but they had the same birthday
- My grandpa never talked about his childhood or adulthood- he only talked about ROHR, having to go to ROHR, etc. etc.
- I remember going shoe shopping with him once, we went as a family, and we went to Sears. He was in a wheelchair at this time and he didn't want to sit in it, but my dad said he was going to and my dad could push him and do rotten things to him. I remember pushing him in it
- I remember my grandpa always talked about what he read in the paper, he would tell me what time his paper person got to his house, how he would go out and get the paper- the paper person usually arrived around 5:30a.m. and was a woman
- He always talked about Mr. and Mrs. Wolff across the street from him
- I remember my grandpa would often walk over to the fence and talk to the Wolff's and sometimes I got to go
- It seemed like my grandpa was always picking up their mail and newspapers when they were on vacation, which when I was little seemed like quite a bit
- My grandpa got up at about 5-5:30a.m. and would go to bed about 9p.m.
- He would always mail his bills from my grandma's house
- I remember my grandpa drawing for my sister and I- he would draw donkeys and was really good at it
- I remember my grandpa buying me a lunch pail in first grade because I didn't think we were allowed to bring our lunch in paper bags. It was an insulated Barney lunch pail. It could have been a purse because it had a long strap to carry it
- I remember sitting with my grandma and him at the table in the kitchen playing Go Fish and Old Maid
- I remember taking walks up and down the driveway at my grandma's house with him
- I remember him pushing my sister and I in the wheelbarrow when we were really young
- I remember when my grandma and him would argue my grandma would get a loud, shreiky voice, and call him Don
- Their arguments were infrequent and were always over monotonous things
- My grandpa's socks always matched his shirts
- My grandpa always combed his hair and would probably do that 10-15 times a day
RANDOM THINGS I REMEMBER ABOUT MY GRANDMA WHILE THINKING ABOUT THIS
- When one of her cats would meow for food and she wasn't feeding them, she'd call them "dumb dorey" and she'd get her shreiky voice and say "I'm not feeding you now dumb dorey," "you have food, go eat it"
- she always used to say "horse feathers" and I remember watching Winnie the Pooh, Tigger said horses don't have feathers, so I would argue with my grandma who said that they did
- When my sis and I were say, 7 and under, my grandma wanted to be sure we had our daily bowel movements. They were called BMs. She would tell us to go in the bathroom and take a book and go into the bathroom and read. Then we would have to call her after we did it so she could check. Then she'd say we were ok to flush. Then she and my grandpa would report to my parents that my sis or me had our daily BMs. My parents couldn't have cared less- they figured we'd go when we need to, but found it funny how grandma and grandpa were obsessed with this.
- He had sayings like "woo doggies"
- I remember going to his house almost every Saturday, often while my parents were out shopping
- If it was Saturday, he never had the TV on
- He always had KFWB News 98 on and would listen to the Dodger game on the radio
- He always carried large bills in his wallet ($20, 50, 100)
- Anytime I asked for money, I got it
- He only paid bills by check
- My grandpa ALWAYS wore dress shoes- I don't think he had a pair of tennis shoes or sneakers
- My grandpa always bought shoes a size smaller than he really was and would complain his feet hurt
- His shoes had to be perfect and very polished
- He always went to the credit union on Monday mornings
- He always wore plaid type buttondown shirts (not like fleece)
- He drove a late 80s white Cadillac
- For birthday's, even though it may have been my birthday he couldn't not buy my sister a gift. I remember my birthday from 1st grade when he bought me some toy I can't recall and my sister a Little Red Riding Hood cape.
- I remember playing bartender for him and getting him drinks
- During the days at my grandma's house my grandpa would sit downstairs in the rumpus room
- Like my grandma, grandpa pronounced Saturday Saredee, Tuesdee, Wensdee, etc.
- I remember when my grandpa used to drive me to school he would ask if I wanted to go flying instead. I always said no because I was afraid of missing school; now I wonder if I had said yes, what we would have done
- I remember my grandpa never wore his seatbelt when he would drive. My grandma would always go out to the car to say goodbye to him, would buckle him in, then he'd always take the seatbelt off once he got into the canyon.
- I remember one SIP day when I was in maybe 1st grade I was going to spend the day with my grandpa, after he picked me up at grandma's. Our plans were somewhat ruined- we were going to play with a choo choo train he bought me, but someone broke into his house the night before, so he spent the day working repairing the door
- I remember my grandpa always talked to EVERYBODY. He would take my sister or me to school and have to stop to talk to the parents picking their kids up, the noon aides, and more
- I remember the taste of my grandpa's meatloaf and spaghetti- he didn't cook a lot that I recall, but when he did he was a great cook... too bad we don't have those recipes today. They're lost and gone forever
- I remember my grandpa always had juice of some sort, Diet Coke for my parents, and a couple cans of Budweiser, the Stater Brothers 18 pack of eggs, and bacon
- My grandpa would always fry me bacon when I visited him at his house
- My grandpa had a lot of cast iron skillets
- I always thought my grandpa had sort of a strange, hunched over walk
- I never remember my grandpa listening to music
- There are only 2-3 times I remember playing his guitar- once when my uncle visited him at home, another when Uncle Charlie visited, and then once when my sister and I were alone.
- The guitar sat in the dining area right behind his chair.
- My grandpa was always insistent he got to sit in his chair at the kitchen table closest to the kitchen
- I remember my grandpa kept a stack of bills all the time on his table in a holder
- I remember the tacky green couch and chair my grandpa had
- I remember my grandpa had an organ, but I don't recall him playing it- I do remember the Saturday he got it tuned up to play
- I remember my grandpa had really neat cursive
- I remember he, like my grandma bought birthday cards for every occasion
- He always cleaned his nails and made sure they were clean- he kept them a little long
- He drove very slow compared to my grandma
- I remember every Saturday morning he would call his brothers and sisters in Indiana, then report to everyone on what is going on with them
- I remember one Saturday morning after I spent the night I got to sit in the den with him as he called his brothers and sisters, he put them on speakerphone and I got to talk too
- I remember when his sisters and brothers came out to visit and all the photos they took of my grandpa and I... I remember thinking to myself what do people do if they take pictures and someone is accidentally in the shot they don't know, then do they name the people and give them a fake name? haha
- I remember my grandpa never explicitly said he had a twin sister, but they had the same birthday
- My grandpa never talked about his childhood or adulthood- he only talked about ROHR, having to go to ROHR, etc. etc.
- I remember going shoe shopping with him once, we went as a family, and we went to Sears. He was in a wheelchair at this time and he didn't want to sit in it, but my dad said he was going to and my dad could push him and do rotten things to him. I remember pushing him in it
- I remember my grandpa always talked about what he read in the paper, he would tell me what time his paper person got to his house, how he would go out and get the paper- the paper person usually arrived around 5:30a.m. and was a woman
- He always talked about Mr. and Mrs. Wolff across the street from him
- I remember my grandpa would often walk over to the fence and talk to the Wolff's and sometimes I got to go
- It seemed like my grandpa was always picking up their mail and newspapers when they were on vacation, which when I was little seemed like quite a bit
- My grandpa got up at about 5-5:30a.m. and would go to bed about 9p.m.
- He would always mail his bills from my grandma's house
- I remember my grandpa drawing for my sister and I- he would draw donkeys and was really good at it
- I remember my grandpa buying me a lunch pail in first grade because I didn't think we were allowed to bring our lunch in paper bags. It was an insulated Barney lunch pail. It could have been a purse because it had a long strap to carry it
- I remember sitting with my grandma and him at the table in the kitchen playing Go Fish and Old Maid
- I remember taking walks up and down the driveway at my grandma's house with him
- I remember him pushing my sister and I in the wheelbarrow when we were really young
- I remember when my grandma and him would argue my grandma would get a loud, shreiky voice, and call him Don
- Their arguments were infrequent and were always over monotonous things
- My grandpa's socks always matched his shirts
- My grandpa always combed his hair and would probably do that 10-15 times a day
RANDOM THINGS I REMEMBER ABOUT MY GRANDMA WHILE THINKING ABOUT THIS
- When one of her cats would meow for food and she wasn't feeding them, she'd call them "dumb dorey" and she'd get her shreiky voice and say "I'm not feeding you now dumb dorey," "you have food, go eat it"
- she always used to say "horse feathers" and I remember watching Winnie the Pooh, Tigger said horses don't have feathers, so I would argue with my grandma who said that they did
- When my sis and I were say, 7 and under, my grandma wanted to be sure we had our daily bowel movements. They were called BMs. She would tell us to go in the bathroom and take a book and go into the bathroom and read. Then we would have to call her after we did it so she could check. Then she'd say we were ok to flush. Then she and my grandpa would report to my parents that my sis or me had our daily BMs. My parents couldn't have cared less- they figured we'd go when we need to, but found it funny how grandma and grandpa were obsessed with this.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Crybaby at dinner
We went to Knotts Berry Farm on Saturday. That is my favorite amusement park. After Knotts we went to dinner at Pollys, a restaurant my mom went to with her friend Linda that they liked. It was a little family restaurant/bakery. My sister annoyed me so many ways at the restaurant.
First, I noticed as I have before she doesn't talk loud enough for any waiter or waitress to hear her. She also can't look them in the eye- she tilts her head down- and this is not the first time, this is everytime. She also says "I guess I'll have," which is really annoying in my mind- shouldn't you "know" what you want? It is not as if my sister does not know etiquette- my mom is a home ec teacher and taught her!
Anyways, the waitress told my sister that they were out of chicken strips. My sister looked down like she was going to cry. The lady asked if she wanted to see a menu. My sister said yes and then complained to my mom, dad, and I that she was hungry and only likes chicken strips.
My sister eats so little- her list of doesn't likes is much longer than her list of likes. What does she like? Tomato soup, chicken noodle soup, chicken strips, fried chicken, French dip, mashed potatoes, and a few other things. She doesn't like any breakfast food, Mexican food, steak, baked potatoes, anything with hamburger, hot dogs, eggs, and the list goes on. It is such a mess going out to eat with her.
My mom said she was really sorry, but there was nothing that could be done, so she better find something else. My sister then proceeded to cry and whine about how she only likes chicken and she didn't want to come to this restaurant, and so on. My mom told her to get up, go to the bathroom, and come back when she has settled down. My sister came back and ordered the roasted turkey. It came with gravy. My sister told the waitress as she sat the food down that she didn't want the gravy. The waitress took it back and brought my sister some without gravy. Then Steph threw another fit when there was stuffing on the plate. Steph complained she didn't like the fries. She did eat her apple sauce. I was just appauled at her. I'm glad my mom didn't put up with her. I am glad that my sister did have to try something else and did eat the turkey after my mom said we weren't leaving until she did. It was just so embarrassing and unneessary. Grow up!
Today my sister made me mad again because she is clueless on how to take a call. She calls me sometimes when I'm at school or work over little things. The other day someone called about a free estimate on windows. My sister called me to tell me that. I said ok- that's nice- did you really need to call me for this? Why is this important? She said I don't know, they called. Today Dell called about my computer. She left a message that said "sent 12-13, call extension 5337393." No phone number to call- just an extension. That was all she wrote down and that's supposed to tell me everything. Then she called me and told me that like I was supposed to write down all this stuff right there, but when she didn't write everything down completely, how was I supposed to know.
First, I noticed as I have before she doesn't talk loud enough for any waiter or waitress to hear her. She also can't look them in the eye- she tilts her head down- and this is not the first time, this is everytime. She also says "I guess I'll have," which is really annoying in my mind- shouldn't you "know" what you want? It is not as if my sister does not know etiquette- my mom is a home ec teacher and taught her!
Anyways, the waitress told my sister that they were out of chicken strips. My sister looked down like she was going to cry. The lady asked if she wanted to see a menu. My sister said yes and then complained to my mom, dad, and I that she was hungry and only likes chicken strips.
My sister eats so little- her list of doesn't likes is much longer than her list of likes. What does she like? Tomato soup, chicken noodle soup, chicken strips, fried chicken, French dip, mashed potatoes, and a few other things. She doesn't like any breakfast food, Mexican food, steak, baked potatoes, anything with hamburger, hot dogs, eggs, and the list goes on. It is such a mess going out to eat with her.
My mom said she was really sorry, but there was nothing that could be done, so she better find something else. My sister then proceeded to cry and whine about how she only likes chicken and she didn't want to come to this restaurant, and so on. My mom told her to get up, go to the bathroom, and come back when she has settled down. My sister came back and ordered the roasted turkey. It came with gravy. My sister told the waitress as she sat the food down that she didn't want the gravy. The waitress took it back and brought my sister some without gravy. Then Steph threw another fit when there was stuffing on the plate. Steph complained she didn't like the fries. She did eat her apple sauce. I was just appauled at her. I'm glad my mom didn't put up with her. I am glad that my sister did have to try something else and did eat the turkey after my mom said we weren't leaving until she did. It was just so embarrassing and unneessary. Grow up!
Today my sister made me mad again because she is clueless on how to take a call. She calls me sometimes when I'm at school or work over little things. The other day someone called about a free estimate on windows. My sister called me to tell me that. I said ok- that's nice- did you really need to call me for this? Why is this important? She said I don't know, they called. Today Dell called about my computer. She left a message that said "sent 12-13, call extension 5337393." No phone number to call- just an extension. That was all she wrote down and that's supposed to tell me everything. Then she called me and told me that like I was supposed to write down all this stuff right there, but when she didn't write everything down completely, how was I supposed to know.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
A lack of respect/Simplistic conversations
I have been sick with tonsillitis and have spent the past several days in bed. Caught up on sleep? I think so. Last night, I felt terrible when I was coming back from the doctor. I had not eaten in over 7 hours and wanted rice with a can of cream of chicken soup stirred in. I was very dehydrated in addition; thankfully the doctor didn't insist on injecting an IV into me for that. I called my sister at home and the conversation went a little something like this:
Sis: Bobey (a variation of dumb according to her)
Me: Hi- I'm starving. Can you have mom make me white rice with a can of cream of chicken soup?
Sis: Congratulations.
Me: No- I haven't eaten or drank anything in hours. I'm starving
Sis: Felicidades. Aaaaaaaaw my little pato bobo (in Spanish it translates to dumb duck) is hungry.
Me: I hope this means it'll be ready by the time I get home.
First, all of the sarcasm ticks me off. I can be quite sarcastic myself, but I have made several attempts to be as nice as I can to my sister and cut the sarcasm. This means me not calling her names, yet she still insists on calling me all of these pet names I hate. Usually I would tolerate her calling me these names because it has gone on for years, but is it necessary? She is 18 now. Does she still have to talk like she is 2 or 3 years old? Whenever I call her or she calls me she answers the phone with one of these cutesy names. I have already told her I'm not going to call her names in an effort to be civil toward her. She still persists. Next time though, when she calls me I plan to rat her out right there on the phone. Hopefully she is in a public place and I can embarrass her enough. I plan to yell into the phone telling her how I hate that she acts so immature and calls me all of these pet names. I'm not her boyfriend and I'd hope she'd have better names for her "Imaginary Boytoy." Ask me about Imaginary Boytoy- that's another story for another time.
Story #2
The other night we had dinner out together as a family. Sister has such limited interests and often can't contribute to meaningful conversations at the dinner table. The other night she brought up a conversation we've had many times before. "Dad, do you think Obama or Hilary will win?" My dad went and laid everything out on the table giving his explanation of neither. Then after about a minute, my sister got upset and bored at what my dad said because my dad brought in some Republican candidates who are doing pretty well in the polls right now. My sister either didn't want to hear it, or she couldn't contribute to the conversation, so she said, "why don't we just vote for JFK? He'd definitely win." Now, maybe this just ticked me off because she couldn't handle the realities of what my dad was saying... or here is my theory (honestly, because I don't think my sister is as well versed in politics as I am or my dad, for that matter). Anyways, it just bugged me since we went from what could be an intelligible conversation to something that was so unrealistic and out of the question.
I would have gladly contributed to the conversation and presented what I think Clinton and Obama has working for and against them. I would have also, like my dad did brought in. It would have made my sister mad. I would have brought up some things in Obama's past that could have an effect on him like he admitted in high school experimenting with drugs, alcohol and cigarettes. Up until the start of his campaign for president he smoked, but now is kicking the habit. I would have brought up that some people like that Clinton is a woman, but many others dislike that fact and went into the reasons... My candidate of choice from the Republican side I would have brought up is Romney because my sister detests him.
I know not to talk about politics with my sister- not that I'll become upset. I can see both sides of an issue. I think it is best to face realities- it is possible the next president may be a Republican. I do however, when I am with my sister and she brings up politics put on KFI AM 640, more stimulating talk radio. They're a very extreme conservative talk station. 95% of the time I disagree with their views, but I don't mind hearing the other side of things and why these (idiots) feel the way they do. But also, when I do talk politics with her I present myself as Conservative as possible and always explain why I feel that way (even if I don't) but I try to present the other perspective. I have told her already that I endorse Romney for president (if you really want to know who I'm supporting, ask me), but I try to play the other side of the fence. I said he is a good, religious guy, I've talked about how he is good with economic issues because he was able to make the 2002 Winter Olympics in Salt Lake profitable, which is a good thing. All my sister can say is he doesn't have a true religion, and sometimes religion is bad. All George Bush does is pray.
Sis: Bobey (a variation of dumb according to her)
Me: Hi- I'm starving. Can you have mom make me white rice with a can of cream of chicken soup?
Sis: Congratulations.
Me: No- I haven't eaten or drank anything in hours. I'm starving
Sis: Felicidades. Aaaaaaaaw my little pato bobo (in Spanish it translates to dumb duck) is hungry.
Me: I hope this means it'll be ready by the time I get home.
First, all of the sarcasm ticks me off. I can be quite sarcastic myself, but I have made several attempts to be as nice as I can to my sister and cut the sarcasm. This means me not calling her names, yet she still insists on calling me all of these pet names I hate. Usually I would tolerate her calling me these names because it has gone on for years, but is it necessary? She is 18 now. Does she still have to talk like she is 2 or 3 years old? Whenever I call her or she calls me she answers the phone with one of these cutesy names. I have already told her I'm not going to call her names in an effort to be civil toward her. She still persists. Next time though, when she calls me I plan to rat her out right there on the phone. Hopefully she is in a public place and I can embarrass her enough. I plan to yell into the phone telling her how I hate that she acts so immature and calls me all of these pet names. I'm not her boyfriend and I'd hope she'd have better names for her "Imaginary Boytoy." Ask me about Imaginary Boytoy- that's another story for another time.
Story #2
The other night we had dinner out together as a family. Sister has such limited interests and often can't contribute to meaningful conversations at the dinner table. The other night she brought up a conversation we've had many times before. "Dad, do you think Obama or Hilary will win?" My dad went and laid everything out on the table giving his explanation of neither. Then after about a minute, my sister got upset and bored at what my dad said because my dad brought in some Republican candidates who are doing pretty well in the polls right now. My sister either didn't want to hear it, or she couldn't contribute to the conversation, so she said, "why don't we just vote for JFK? He'd definitely win." Now, maybe this just ticked me off because she couldn't handle the realities of what my dad was saying... or here is my theory (honestly, because I don't think my sister is as well versed in politics as I am or my dad, for that matter). Anyways, it just bugged me since we went from what could be an intelligible conversation to something that was so unrealistic and out of the question.
I would have gladly contributed to the conversation and presented what I think Clinton and Obama has working for and against them. I would have also, like my dad did brought in. It would have made my sister mad. I would have brought up some things in Obama's past that could have an effect on him like he admitted in high school experimenting with drugs, alcohol and cigarettes. Up until the start of his campaign for president he smoked, but now is kicking the habit. I would have brought up that some people like that Clinton is a woman, but many others dislike that fact and went into the reasons... My candidate of choice from the Republican side I would have brought up is Romney because my sister detests him.
I know not to talk about politics with my sister- not that I'll become upset. I can see both sides of an issue. I think it is best to face realities- it is possible the next president may be a Republican. I do however, when I am with my sister and she brings up politics put on KFI AM 640, more stimulating talk radio. They're a very extreme conservative talk station. 95% of the time I disagree with their views, but I don't mind hearing the other side of things and why these (idiots) feel the way they do. But also, when I do talk politics with her I present myself as Conservative as possible and always explain why I feel that way (even if I don't) but I try to present the other perspective. I have told her already that I endorse Romney for president (if you really want to know who I'm supporting, ask me), but I try to play the other side of the fence. I said he is a good, religious guy, I've talked about how he is good with economic issues because he was able to make the 2002 Winter Olympics in Salt Lake profitable, which is a good thing. All my sister can say is he doesn't have a true religion, and sometimes religion is bad. All George Bush does is pray.
Friday, October 12, 2007
Kind of a rant about how I feel I am feeling
I can pretty much do what I want at home and there is no problem. I am not out doing bad things or anything, so don't worry; that's not where this is going. I love my cell phone in that I can call my parents spur of the moment and say I'm running out to do this or that with friends. I love my friends and their random calls. I hate that it seems to inconvenience everyone else or they want to try and keep tabs on me. I'm 20 for goodness sakes. I am very trustworthy and dependable. I know that a lot of this however is brought on by Steph- her not having a license, car, stuff like that, so they may need someone to shuttle her. Also, just the general parental worry. It bothers me. They have a right to know to an extent, but I'm 20; nearly 21.
If I want to go out after school with friends I don't want to call home and tell mommy and daddy where I'm going. I do; usually there is no problem, but they don't like this whole spur of the moment thing. Oh well, I don't care. I need the spontaneity to keep my sanity.
If I want to go out at 10:00p.m. on a school night to play video games with friends, let me do that. Don't give me an awkward stare and question whether it is too late. I think I'm over 18 and can be held accountable for my actions. I know if I go out late, I'll be paying the price for that in the morning and I'm fine with that. I understand 10p.m. sounds suspicious like I may be going out to meet a girl for you get the picture; but remember my friends are college students, they don't keep normal schedules unlike me. I am not going out and drinking at a frat party or something and meeting girls there. Cuz you know I'm a big partier afterall (sarcasm). Remember, my parents taught me well.
I have so much freedom, yet I feel bound. I am at the point where I don't care if I call or tell everyone where I'm going at a certain time. I do have a pretty calendar to begin with... things happen... stuff like that.
All of this does not change who I am. I'm still the responsible caring person; I know because I still live at home I have to deal with some of the worry etc. that comes with that. But I still maintain about a 3.7GPA every quarter, I take a full load of courses, I work part time, I do so much around the house (clean the bathroom weekly, my room, load the dishwasher daily, clean the hallway weekly, and so please don't give me the I'm not resposible excuse). Worry about my sister; the lazy twit who does nothing. NOT A DARN THING. She sits in her room all day reading, watching tv, and playing on the computer. I don't. I have a life. I have friends. I have high expectations for myself. As I said, high expectations... so don't worry about me messing up my life. Be releived knowing that I have a cell phone to call you if something were to happen. Be happy in knowing that there is a 99.9% chance nothing will happen. Be happy in the fact I am a good son and do all of this stuff. I don't want to be bound by a phone or calendar to call home, or that awkward stare about going out so late to mommy and daddy after a long day at work and/or school and say I'm going out to unwind with friends.
Here is a breakdown of my schedule this quarter:
- Intern 10 hours a week, 2 days a week
- Work 12 hours a week, 2 days a week
- Go to school about 10 hours a week, then add additional study time to that (so 15 or so)
- Sleep 35-40 hours a week
- some days I go to school and work, some days intern and work...
I'm busy and I need time to relax is my point.
If I want to go out after school with friends I don't want to call home and tell mommy and daddy where I'm going. I do; usually there is no problem, but they don't like this whole spur of the moment thing. Oh well, I don't care. I need the spontaneity to keep my sanity.
If I want to go out at 10:00p.m. on a school night to play video games with friends, let me do that. Don't give me an awkward stare and question whether it is too late. I think I'm over 18 and can be held accountable for my actions. I know if I go out late, I'll be paying the price for that in the morning and I'm fine with that. I understand 10p.m. sounds suspicious like I may be going out to meet a girl for you get the picture; but remember my friends are college students, they don't keep normal schedules unlike me. I am not going out and drinking at a frat party or something and meeting girls there. Cuz you know I'm a big partier afterall (sarcasm). Remember, my parents taught me well.
I have so much freedom, yet I feel bound. I am at the point where I don't care if I call or tell everyone where I'm going at a certain time. I do have a pretty calendar to begin with... things happen... stuff like that.
All of this does not change who I am. I'm still the responsible caring person; I know because I still live at home I have to deal with some of the worry etc. that comes with that. But I still maintain about a 3.7GPA every quarter, I take a full load of courses, I work part time, I do so much around the house (clean the bathroom weekly, my room, load the dishwasher daily, clean the hallway weekly, and so please don't give me the I'm not resposible excuse). Worry about my sister; the lazy twit who does nothing. NOT A DARN THING. She sits in her room all day reading, watching tv, and playing on the computer. I don't. I have a life. I have friends. I have high expectations for myself. As I said, high expectations... so don't worry about me messing up my life. Be releived knowing that I have a cell phone to call you if something were to happen. Be happy in knowing that there is a 99.9% chance nothing will happen. Be happy in the fact I am a good son and do all of this stuff. I don't want to be bound by a phone or calendar to call home, or that awkward stare about going out so late to mommy and daddy after a long day at work and/or school and say I'm going out to unwind with friends.
Here is a breakdown of my schedule this quarter:
- Intern 10 hours a week, 2 days a week
- Work 12 hours a week, 2 days a week
- Go to school about 10 hours a week, then add additional study time to that (so 15 or so)
- Sleep 35-40 hours a week
- some days I go to school and work, some days intern and work...
I'm busy and I need time to relax is my point.
Friday, September 28, 2007
Week in review --- Round 2
THIS WEEK WAS CRAZY!!!!
Saturday: We celebrated Steph's birthday at TGI Fridays. It was good. I had the potato skins appetizer, theh bruschetta chicken, and Cinnabon cheesecake. Saturday night I went over to my friend's house to have him reinstall Windows on my computer.
Sunday: Went grocery shopping with my dad and got a much needed haircut. Then I went back over to my friend's house to have install Microsoft Office since he offered and so it was fun hanging out. We hung out most of the day.
Monday: I took the day off work. I NEEDED TO. I had so much going on, I needed a day to get caught up. I had a dentist appointment with the orthodontist. He basically said I need to have my jaw broken if I want to fix the whole bite issue I have. My top teeth lie directly on top of my bottom, which shouldn't be the case and was fixed with the braces. The idiot orthodontist at Hospitality Dental failed to monitor my mouth closely enough and so now to correct the problem would mean the need to have my jaw broken and going back into braces. NO.
Tuesday: I went back to work. I had taken off since last Wednesday. My coworker who everyone was having issues with was fired. She didn't go out without a fight and is trying to create problems now. It was a good day overall at work.
Tuesday night I hung out with my friend Steve who fixed my computer the other night. We watched Reaper on the CW. I got home at about 11p.m.
Wednesday: Went to work, but left early. Came home and tried to make a decision on the internship. I couldn't get in contact with the person at the high ranking official's office. I delayed making a decision. Wednesday night I stayed home and chatted online with friends.
Thursday: Went to work from 7:50-10:50. I left early again. Then I came home and sat up a new router for our computers to get on the internet wirelessly. YAY. It didn't work, so I called Steve since he is into all this technical stuff. He told me to bring the router over, he configured it, did all the dirty work, and then we hung out for a couple hours. I left, went and got allergy shots, then had dinner with dad and Steph at Burger King. Got gas for $2.79 at Food4Less and got a call from Steve at that time asking if I wanted to come over and play a new computer game he got. I said sure. Drove back over to his house- 30 miles away or 40-45 minutes. I brought lots of snacks- Chips Ahoy, ice cream, stuff like that. We played until 11:00p.m. and I was getting very tired since I've been getting so little sleep. Got home at 11:45p.m. and went right to bed.
Friday: Got up at 8:00a.m. this morning and went to MJSC for my music class. I like that class- the kids in it are nice- lots of boyfriends and girlfriends taking the class together. There is an older guy Randy in the class who says he can hook me up with a job at UPS after I graduate if I want. Definitely going to get to know him better for that. We got out early because the teacher decided to make our test a take home test. We got out at 11:00a.m. instead of 11:50.
I used that extra time to rush to UCR to pick up my parking permit, went home, fiddled with the router, decided to take the political internship mainly because it is closer to home and I am never home as it is. I ate lunch, showered, then turned right around to go back to UCR for my first class at 2:00p.m.
Just got out of my first class- human sexuality and reproduction. It sounds like a lot of work. Typical lower division lots of work class. There are 3 tests, 6 quizzes, random attendance checks for points, 1 big final project, points for attending the discussion every week. Ugh.
I have an hour break until my Spanish class. YAY!!! I don't like the fact the class is from 4-5p.m., but oh well. It is alright. I like the professor- I have had him for the past 3 quarters, so I know him well. He is an easy grader. He likes me. We're cool like that. I think I'm going to try and get a letter of recommendation from him at the end of this quarter. Don't think he gets many requests, but he is my professor I know the best, but his English is very limited. We'll see.
I just hate the fact of having a late class (anything after 3) and getting home later than everyone else in the family. This is going to mean me changing my eating schedule a little. We usually eat dinner at 4:30 at home, so I want dinner at 4:30. I am going to have to wait until at least 5:30. I may try to eat lunch later to deal with that. I want lunch at 11:00a.m. though, so maybe lots of unhealthy snacks in between.
This weekend will be consist of calming down, sorting through everything, getting back into school mode, sleeping, and buying a day planner.
Saturday: We celebrated Steph's birthday at TGI Fridays. It was good. I had the potato skins appetizer, theh bruschetta chicken, and Cinnabon cheesecake. Saturday night I went over to my friend's house to have him reinstall Windows on my computer.
Sunday: Went grocery shopping with my dad and got a much needed haircut. Then I went back over to my friend's house to have install Microsoft Office since he offered and so it was fun hanging out. We hung out most of the day.
Monday: I took the day off work. I NEEDED TO. I had so much going on, I needed a day to get caught up. I had a dentist appointment with the orthodontist. He basically said I need to have my jaw broken if I want to fix the whole bite issue I have. My top teeth lie directly on top of my bottom, which shouldn't be the case and was fixed with the braces. The idiot orthodontist at Hospitality Dental failed to monitor my mouth closely enough and so now to correct the problem would mean the need to have my jaw broken and going back into braces. NO.
Tuesday: I went back to work. I had taken off since last Wednesday. My coworker who everyone was having issues with was fired. She didn't go out without a fight and is trying to create problems now. It was a good day overall at work.
Tuesday night I hung out with my friend Steve who fixed my computer the other night. We watched Reaper on the CW. I got home at about 11p.m.
Wednesday: Went to work, but left early. Came home and tried to make a decision on the internship. I couldn't get in contact with the person at the high ranking official's office. I delayed making a decision. Wednesday night I stayed home and chatted online with friends.
Thursday: Went to work from 7:50-10:50. I left early again. Then I came home and sat up a new router for our computers to get on the internet wirelessly. YAY. It didn't work, so I called Steve since he is into all this technical stuff. He told me to bring the router over, he configured it, did all the dirty work, and then we hung out for a couple hours. I left, went and got allergy shots, then had dinner with dad and Steph at Burger King. Got gas for $2.79 at Food4Less and got a call from Steve at that time asking if I wanted to come over and play a new computer game he got. I said sure. Drove back over to his house- 30 miles away or 40-45 minutes. I brought lots of snacks- Chips Ahoy, ice cream, stuff like that. We played until 11:00p.m. and I was getting very tired since I've been getting so little sleep. Got home at 11:45p.m. and went right to bed.
Friday: Got up at 8:00a.m. this morning and went to MJSC for my music class. I like that class- the kids in it are nice- lots of boyfriends and girlfriends taking the class together. There is an older guy Randy in the class who says he can hook me up with a job at UPS after I graduate if I want. Definitely going to get to know him better for that. We got out early because the teacher decided to make our test a take home test. We got out at 11:00a.m. instead of 11:50.
I used that extra time to rush to UCR to pick up my parking permit, went home, fiddled with the router, decided to take the political internship mainly because it is closer to home and I am never home as it is. I ate lunch, showered, then turned right around to go back to UCR for my first class at 2:00p.m.
Just got out of my first class- human sexuality and reproduction. It sounds like a lot of work. Typical lower division lots of work class. There are 3 tests, 6 quizzes, random attendance checks for points, 1 big final project, points for attending the discussion every week. Ugh.
I have an hour break until my Spanish class. YAY!!! I don't like the fact the class is from 4-5p.m., but oh well. It is alright. I like the professor- I have had him for the past 3 quarters, so I know him well. He is an easy grader. He likes me. We're cool like that. I think I'm going to try and get a letter of recommendation from him at the end of this quarter. Don't think he gets many requests, but he is my professor I know the best, but his English is very limited. We'll see.
I just hate the fact of having a late class (anything after 3) and getting home later than everyone else in the family. This is going to mean me changing my eating schedule a little. We usually eat dinner at 4:30 at home, so I want dinner at 4:30. I am going to have to wait until at least 5:30. I may try to eat lunch later to deal with that. I want lunch at 11:00a.m. though, so maybe lots of unhealthy snacks in between.
This weekend will be consist of calming down, sorting through everything, getting back into school mode, sleeping, and buying a day planner.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
My trip to Mississippi
Downtown New Orleans
House in 9th Ward and church with the soggy carpet in 9th ward
Picture of me flying over MississippiBottomless and topless dancer sign on Bourbon Street
Never got around to telling about my trip to Mississippi to see my best friend, so here it goes.
July 31
Leave Ontario at 8a.m. and have a nice flight to Oklahoma. I talked to the guy next to me who was from my area. Had a 2 hour stopover there, so I enjoyed Sonic (which we don't have in Cali). Then I got on the plane and flew down to Houston. The Houston airport was HUGE. I had to walk about 1/2 mile, go up 3 escalators, and take a tram to change terminals to get to my flight. As I walk into the other terminal I hear that my flight to Mississippi was delayed 30 minutes. 30 minutes turned into 45, 45 turned into 2 hours. We were delayed 2 1/2 hours because the plane was coming from Dallas and was grounded in Dallas due to the weather. Made it to Mississippi at 11p.m. instead of 9p.m.
August 1
Went to the Jackson Zoo with my friend and his girlfriend's family. Small in comparison to any zoos I've been to. I also think there were more plastic animals than real animals.
August 2
Went to New Orleans with my friend and his mom. It was a 2 1/2 hour drive. It was fun to get to talk and catch up in the car. New Orleans was so amazing. A mile away from downtown or so it looked so unkempt. Grass needed mowing, buildings in need of repair from Katrina still. Got to see (AND EXPERIENCE) Bourbon Street. Lots of porn shops, lingerie shops, shops offering lap dances, bars, entertainment, it was interesting. I'm keeping quiet about all that went on. HAHA.
Also got to see the 9th ward. My goodness. It was amazing. We walked in a church that had been destroyed from the flood waters and 2 years later the carpet was STILL wet. STILL. I could see where the levee was and everything else. Some houses were swept off their foundations, others were badly damaged by the water. It was amazing to see that people live in such impoverished conditions- it is just something I don't see everyday. People were living in the houses that were damaged by the floods and still had the markings that the houses had been searched after Katrina.
August 3
Went flying with my friend, his dad, and sister. It was mucho fun. I like flying in the smaller planes as opposed to the large planes because you're closer to the ground and can see soooooo much. It was fun that we could all talk to each other through our headphones. I felt like a copilot. Heh.
August 4
Went kayaking down the Okatoma River in Mississippi. It was a manmade river and was only 2-3 feet deep in some places. My kayak overturned a couple times trying to avoid people who took a canoe and were scared of going down the waterfalls, so they'd stand in the driver and step down the waterfall area. (They were small 3-4 feet waterfalls).
August 5
Went fishing, didn't have much luck. The fish were biting, but not catching. I tried. My friend only caught 1 fish. His dad didn't catch any either. We talked, played lots of Phase 10, and ate that evening.
August 6
Left Jackson Ms. at 6:40a.m., went to the other Houston airport, caught my flight to Oklahoma. Met a longtime friend and neighbor in the Oklahoma airport... what are the chances of that?! Also got to meet up with my cousin Amber, which was fun. I think this was the first time we saw each other in 2 years or so. So we got to talk and catch up on all the family drama, my sister, random memories, and other fun family stuff. I enjoyed it. Then the fun ended and I had to come back to California and the hot icky dry heat.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Mad at everyone
Do you ever have one of those days where you're just in a funk or something and you are mad at everyone?
I woke up this morning knowing that I'd have to go to my mom's school today to help her. It was not my idea of fun, but I went unwillingly. It wasn't too bad, but I was in a relatively good mood even though my patience was thin. We went to Walmart after we left my mom's school because my mom just got an i-Pod and wanted a case for it. I went unwillingly again. I HATE WALMART for sooooo many reasons, so I went in in a huff and began pushing my mom's buttons so we could leave as quickly as possible. Quickly meant in under 15 minutes, not 55.
My dad however has been making me mad today over stupid things. For one he is talking to me like I am a baby at times. My dad is questioning me about stupid stuff, like why I won't go to the gym... "I don't want to" was not a good enough justification for him. I don't know what it is, but little things like that are ticking me off today.
I'm mad at my sister for being the laziest thing on earth. NO EXAGGERATION. She does nothing, yet I am home less than she is and do 10x the work. Lazy.
I'm mad at friends... I'm mad at people who won't call me back or call me like they say they will. I'm mad that we're losing contact with each other. I'm mad at friends playing stupid. I'm mad at friends who I guess aren't living up to my expectations.
Am I coming off as arrogant or a snob or just pissed off? Whatever, I really don't care. It's just been one of those days... a Monday. Maybe as my dad says, this is just building character. Hah.
I woke up this morning knowing that I'd have to go to my mom's school today to help her. It was not my idea of fun, but I went unwillingly. It wasn't too bad, but I was in a relatively good mood even though my patience was thin. We went to Walmart after we left my mom's school because my mom just got an i-Pod and wanted a case for it. I went unwillingly again. I HATE WALMART for sooooo many reasons, so I went in in a huff and began pushing my mom's buttons so we could leave as quickly as possible. Quickly meant in under 15 minutes, not 55.
My dad however has been making me mad today over stupid things. For one he is talking to me like I am a baby at times. My dad is questioning me about stupid stuff, like why I won't go to the gym... "I don't want to" was not a good enough justification for him. I don't know what it is, but little things like that are ticking me off today.
I'm mad at my sister for being the laziest thing on earth. NO EXAGGERATION. She does nothing, yet I am home less than she is and do 10x the work. Lazy.
I'm mad at friends... I'm mad at people who won't call me back or call me like they say they will. I'm mad that we're losing contact with each other. I'm mad at friends playing stupid. I'm mad at friends who I guess aren't living up to my expectations.
I'm mad at UCR. UCR as far as I'm concerned. It is a big person; a big bully. I don't like it. I'm mad that they chose to start summer school this week. I'm mad they don't offer classes I need when I need them. I don't like that everyone is so impersonal there. I don't like the feeling when you walk on campus. I don't like anything about it.
Am I coming off as arrogant or a snob or just pissed off? Whatever, I really don't care. It's just been one of those days... a Monday. Maybe as my dad says, this is just building character. Hah.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
My sister graduated
She graduated yesterday and I can't believe it. I don't think she is ready for the real world. I also can't believe things are going to change... she's no longer in high school. She will be going to college. I won't be driving her to school anymore. I refuse.
Anyways, the ceremony was alright. It was 95 degrees and we were in the school football stadium. There was a slight breeze at times, which helped. I arrived 2 hours early with my cousin Danielle to get good seats. They were good front row seats. We sat around talking about random school and family stuff. Then my dad and mom arrived about 4:10. The ceremony began at 5. My aunt and uncle (on my dad's side) arrived about 5:15. They were coming from LA and hit traffic.
The ceremony was short. 643 seniors and all their names were read and all the graduation speeches in an hour and 21 minutes. It was kind of sad to be in the stands where we were so far from the graduates. Also, we were in the direct sunlight, so not sure we got great pictures. We'll buy the pictures of her walking across the stage and getting her diploma.
We went to TGI Fridays with the family afterward. We sat around eating and talking for over 2 hours. It was quite fun and good to catch up on family stuff and just talking.
Saturday, June 2, 2007
Sleep and family
I am not one to go out every night. I'm not one to have an odd sleep pattern. I am USUALLY in bed at 10:30 or so and up at 6:00a.m. I'm usually up by 8 on weekends. I'm surprised I'm actually doing alright and am not ran down. I'm grouchy when I'm tired. I haven't been lately, which is surprising...
This quarter has been soooooo different. Every Friday night I go to Gameworks to play arcade games with my friends from 10:00-12:00a.m. It is usually about 1:00a.m. before I get to bed these nights. I've gone out with coworkers and other random friends to eat, shop, and other stuff. Usually I get home between 10:30 and 11:30 when I go out with them. It's been fun. But this is so out of character for me to go out 5-6 nights a week. It is not like I'm doing stuff I shouldn't.
Last weekend I went out Saturday night to a dance with a coworker. Got home at 1:30a.m. and bed about 2a.m. Then of course I went to Gameworks on the Friday before. The Thursday night I was actually home- I remember having a bad headache. The Wednesday I was up at 3:15a.m. to go to see Mark and Kim. I got I think 5 hours of sleep the night before. I remember being out the Tuesday night.
I have gone out EVERY night this week with the exception of Monday. Tuesday night I had to be at a play for school. I got home at 11:00p.m. from that and slept sooo soundly until 6:00a.m.. Wednesday night I was planning on staying home. A coworker called to remind me we were going to a mall 30 miles away to go shopping and get t-shirts made. It was 11:00p.m. before I got home. It was 11:30 before I got to bed and I was up at 6:00a.m.. Thursday night I had to go to a baseball game for school and write story on it. We got to tour the stadium and interview some players. It was 12:00a.m. before I left the stadium. I went to bed at 1:00a.m. and woke up at 6:30a.m.
Last night I HAD EVERY intention of staying home, but my friends I've been going to Gameworks with invited me to see a play at one of the colleges, since one of our friends was in it. THE PLAY SUCKED. I was gone from 7p.m.-2:00a.m. My cousin designed the makeup for the play. There was the play, then afterward we went out to eat. My cousin tagged along with my group of friends and we ate at IHOP. We aired dirty laundry on each other. It was quite fun. We talked at IHOP until 1:30a.m., when I knew for my sake I had to call it a night. It was 2:30 before I got to bed by the way. I was up at 9, so I did get 6 1/2 hours, which is more than I can say I've got lately.
As for family, they're now teasing me that they don't know me. I am only home to eat or sleep. Tuesday and Wednesday night I've left home about 6 or 7p.m. I get home from school about 5. Thursday night I wasn't home at all. Friday night I wasn't planning on going out, but did and left at 7p.m. I was only home 2 hours. My parents brought up the fact how they never see me anymore and how I should stay around to get to know them.
Tonight I plan to stay home. Yes. Indeed.
This quarter has been soooooo different. Every Friday night I go to Gameworks to play arcade games with my friends from 10:00-12:00a.m. It is usually about 1:00a.m. before I get to bed these nights. I've gone out with coworkers and other random friends to eat, shop, and other stuff. Usually I get home between 10:30 and 11:30 when I go out with them. It's been fun. But this is so out of character for me to go out 5-6 nights a week. It is not like I'm doing stuff I shouldn't.
Last weekend I went out Saturday night to a dance with a coworker. Got home at 1:30a.m. and bed about 2a.m. Then of course I went to Gameworks on the Friday before. The Thursday night I was actually home- I remember having a bad headache. The Wednesday I was up at 3:15a.m. to go to see Mark and Kim. I got I think 5 hours of sleep the night before. I remember being out the Tuesday night.
I have gone out EVERY night this week with the exception of Monday. Tuesday night I had to be at a play for school. I got home at 11:00p.m. from that and slept sooo soundly until 6:00a.m.. Wednesday night I was planning on staying home. A coworker called to remind me we were going to a mall 30 miles away to go shopping and get t-shirts made. It was 11:00p.m. before I got home. It was 11:30 before I got to bed and I was up at 6:00a.m.. Thursday night I had to go to a baseball game for school and write story on it. We got to tour the stadium and interview some players. It was 12:00a.m. before I left the stadium. I went to bed at 1:00a.m. and woke up at 6:30a.m.
Last night I HAD EVERY intention of staying home, but my friends I've been going to Gameworks with invited me to see a play at one of the colleges, since one of our friends was in it. THE PLAY SUCKED. I was gone from 7p.m.-2:00a.m. My cousin designed the makeup for the play. There was the play, then afterward we went out to eat. My cousin tagged along with my group of friends and we ate at IHOP. We aired dirty laundry on each other. It was quite fun. We talked at IHOP until 1:30a.m., when I knew for my sake I had to call it a night. It was 2:30 before I got to bed by the way. I was up at 9, so I did get 6 1/2 hours, which is more than I can say I've got lately.
As for family, they're now teasing me that they don't know me. I am only home to eat or sleep. Tuesday and Wednesday night I've left home about 6 or 7p.m. I get home from school about 5. Thursday night I wasn't home at all. Friday night I wasn't planning on going out, but did and left at 7p.m. I was only home 2 hours. My parents brought up the fact how they never see me anymore and how I should stay around to get to know them.
Tonight I plan to stay home. Yes. Indeed.
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