[Private Entry] Back to Bartleby
Well, I'm back at school, such as it is, and I've decided to take on a double major, music and philosophy. I don't really care how long it takes me to finish up at this point.
Truth be told, that sentence could have stopped at "I don't really care." Dad dying is a perfect example of why I feel there's no point in hoping for much change. Mom's gonna act like him croaking was a big deal because it's expected, then go right back to her sixteen hour days. For all the bitching about the economy, for all the market's collapsed, she still got a high-six-figure bonus back in Feburary, and will probably see an even /bigger/ one this year, and really, that's all that's mattered to her. Making money, knowing the 'right' people.
For me it's really no different with the old man gone. Before the first stroke, we'd probably traded twenty whole sentences in the prior six months, he was so busy tryin' to look good for W and his cronies. Now it's a relief, and if Mom would admit it, s'the same for her.
On the upside, she just handed me damn near a blank check for a place. Being off campus is cool, I can play loud within reason if I want, don't have to worry about random campus security deciding to check rooms for contraband. Good thing, too, I'd be screwed if they did.
Note to self - call Jonas and get him to ship up another couple bottles of downers. I'm so /not/ buying locally, not after everything that's gone on. Further note - be more careful around Jane, dummy. The last thing you need is her catching on that you're using. Or anyone else for that matter.
Meh - at least with the downers in me, my mind slows down enough that I can actually play, not be scattered and all over the place.
Truth be told, that sentence could have stopped at "I don't really care." Dad dying is a perfect example of why I feel there's no point in hoping for much change. Mom's gonna act like him croaking was a big deal because it's expected, then go right back to her sixteen hour days. For all the bitching about the economy, for all the market's collapsed, she still got a high-six-figure bonus back in Feburary, and will probably see an even /bigger/ one this year, and really, that's all that's mattered to her. Making money, knowing the 'right' people.
For me it's really no different with the old man gone. Before the first stroke, we'd probably traded twenty whole sentences in the prior six months, he was so busy tryin' to look good for W and his cronies. Now it's a relief, and if Mom would admit it, s'the same for her.
On the upside, she just handed me damn near a blank check for a place. Being off campus is cool, I can play loud within reason if I want, don't have to worry about random campus security deciding to check rooms for contraband. Good thing, too, I'd be screwed if they did.
Note to self - call Jonas and get him to ship up another couple bottles of downers. I'm so /not/ buying locally, not after everything that's gone on. Further note - be more careful around Jane, dummy. The last thing you need is her catching on that you're using. Or anyone else for that matter.
Meh - at least with the downers in me, my mind slows down enough that I can actually play, not be scattered and all over the place.