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Yeah, it's 7:32. Yeah, I'm up. No, I don't have to be. I had to call JB at 7:20 to wake him up for class. I woke up around 7:00 and turned on the Today show to get myself woke up a little bit, so I could lay there for a few minutes and, you know, get my wits about me or whatever. I had been laying there for about fifteen minutes, all intrigued (for as much as I can be intrigued at 7 in the AM) with this segment about the little boy who killed the little girl back in '99 immitating wrestling moves. The whole debate was over if he was competent or not, because apparently he only has an IQ of about 90 or so. I think he's going to have another trial coming up, and he won't be tried as an adult this time, and will maybe get out on bond. (He had been sentenced to life.)
Anyway, I'm getting off subject here. Yeah. So around 7:15, I hear my dad get up. Shit. I knew he'd be bursting through the door any second, throwing a bitchfit because I had the TV on. It's not a matter of the volume or anything, I barely had the volume loud enough to hear, it's just a matter of when he thinks I should have the TV on and when I shouldn't. "I SWEAR TO GOD TASHA, I'M GOING TO DISCONNECT THIS TV! YOU'RE NOT AWAKE, YOU DON'T NEED TO HAVE THIS TV ON!" I was awake, but he never believes anything I say anyway. Yesterday I had fallen asleep watching the news, and it was the same thing. What the hell does he care if my tv is on or not? Even if I'm not awake, I like to have a little background noise in the morning.. it helps wake me up. It's the equivalent of coming in and throwing a fit about me having a cup of coffee... even though I don't drink coffee, you know what I mean.
I try not to let it bother me. I don't know why it always does. He isn't a "provider". Maybe it's just that I'm not a Daddy's Girl. I've never understood Daddy's Girls. I don't mean that in an "I can't understand why" type of way, I mean... I really just don't understand. Having a loving relationship with your father is not exactly high on my "Things I'm Familiar With" list. So when I say I don't understand it, it's just that I really don't understand it.. just like I don't understand Physics.
On the other hand, it is really great to see Chuck interact with Cameron in a father/daughter way. He is so sweet to her, the way he talks to her and plays with her. He looks at her like she is the most wonderful human being on earth, and she looks at him the same way. I wonder what that is like for Heather, since, obviously, I'm sure she never had anything like that when she was a little girl. (Heather is my half sister on my dad's side, for those of you who don't know.) But, it must be nice to know that "I know my little girl will be brought up knowing that her daddy thinks she is the greatest thing on earth." I hope my husband will be the same way with our kids.
Blah, blah. Enough Dad-ranting. I skipped my placebo pills and started a new pack, so I could skip my period this month. For some reason, it didn't exactly work out like that. Now instead of no period, I may have two periods this month. Just my luck. My stomach feels especially crappy. I think Jabe is getting sick, too.. he left really early last night, and I could tell he didn't feel well at all. He has probably just over-worked himself the past two weeks with these two intersession classes. He has class from 8:00 until 5:30. He goes straight home and starts working on homework and studying until he puts in a movie around 11:30, and usually only makes it through about forty five minutes when he falls asleep. Gets up at 6:00 to repeat the next day, Monday through Friday. We even got up at 9:00 on Saturday and Sunday and spent the whole day working on shit for his classes, and he still isn't totally caught up and has an assload of work to get done before his final tomorrow. At least it was only for two weeks, though. It was stressing [i]me[/i] out, and I'm not even in the classes!
I registered for three classes yesterday. Art History, (against Kenzie's advice, I'm sure I'll regret it) Fundumentals of Human Communication, and Educational Psychology. I still need to sign up for one more, more than likely Philosophy 120... but it would be so nice to only have to take 12 hours. Then I could get a lot more of my major shit out of the way at Southern in the Spring, and not have to go to Athens until the fall. In the Spring, I could take Ethics, (which I'm pretty sure still fulfills my math requirement) Computer Literacy, Anthropology, and Special Education. Then I would have pretty much nothing but a lot of HSLS and Linguistics classes to take once I got to Athens. Or.. maybe I'm just being lazy and should take 16 (or 20) hours like everyone else. I dunno, I have a few weeks to think about it.
I found one of my favorite CDs yesterday that I thought I had lost. I did a little happy dance cruising down 52 when I found it behind Dayroom in my case. It's that CD that Mandy made me a few years ago when we took Ariel up there. It has such good shit on it, I was so bummed when I thought it was gone forever.
All right. Back to sleepy time.
Anyway, I'm getting off subject here. Yeah. So around 7:15, I hear my dad get up. Shit. I knew he'd be bursting through the door any second, throwing a bitchfit because I had the TV on. It's not a matter of the volume or anything, I barely had the volume loud enough to hear, it's just a matter of when he thinks I should have the TV on and when I shouldn't. "I SWEAR TO GOD TASHA, I'M GOING TO DISCONNECT THIS TV! YOU'RE NOT AWAKE, YOU DON'T NEED TO HAVE THIS TV ON!" I was awake, but he never believes anything I say anyway. Yesterday I had fallen asleep watching the news, and it was the same thing. What the hell does he care if my tv is on or not? Even if I'm not awake, I like to have a little background noise in the morning.. it helps wake me up. It's the equivalent of coming in and throwing a fit about me having a cup of coffee... even though I don't drink coffee, you know what I mean.
I try not to let it bother me. I don't know why it always does. He isn't a "provider". Maybe it's just that I'm not a Daddy's Girl. I've never understood Daddy's Girls. I don't mean that in an "I can't understand why" type of way, I mean... I really just don't understand. Having a loving relationship with your father is not exactly high on my "Things I'm Familiar With" list. So when I say I don't understand it, it's just that I really don't understand it.. just like I don't understand Physics.
On the other hand, it is really great to see Chuck interact with Cameron in a father/daughter way. He is so sweet to her, the way he talks to her and plays with her. He looks at her like she is the most wonderful human being on earth, and she looks at him the same way. I wonder what that is like for Heather, since, obviously, I'm sure she never had anything like that when she was a little girl. (Heather is my half sister on my dad's side, for those of you who don't know.) But, it must be nice to know that "I know my little girl will be brought up knowing that her daddy thinks she is the greatest thing on earth." I hope my husband will be the same way with our kids.
Blah, blah. Enough Dad-ranting. I skipped my placebo pills and started a new pack, so I could skip my period this month. For some reason, it didn't exactly work out like that. Now instead of no period, I may have two periods this month. Just my luck. My stomach feels especially crappy. I think Jabe is getting sick, too.. he left really early last night, and I could tell he didn't feel well at all. He has probably just over-worked himself the past two weeks with these two intersession classes. He has class from 8:00 until 5:30. He goes straight home and starts working on homework and studying until he puts in a movie around 11:30, and usually only makes it through about forty five minutes when he falls asleep. Gets up at 6:00 to repeat the next day, Monday through Friday. We even got up at 9:00 on Saturday and Sunday and spent the whole day working on shit for his classes, and he still isn't totally caught up and has an assload of work to get done before his final tomorrow. At least it was only for two weeks, though. It was stressing [i]me[/i] out, and I'm not even in the classes!
I registered for three classes yesterday. Art History, (against Kenzie's advice, I'm sure I'll regret it) Fundumentals of Human Communication, and Educational Psychology. I still need to sign up for one more, more than likely Philosophy 120... but it would be so nice to only have to take 12 hours. Then I could get a lot more of my major shit out of the way at Southern in the Spring, and not have to go to Athens until the fall. In the Spring, I could take Ethics, (which I'm pretty sure still fulfills my math requirement) Computer Literacy, Anthropology, and Special Education. Then I would have pretty much nothing but a lot of HSLS and Linguistics classes to take once I got to Athens. Or.. maybe I'm just being lazy and should take 16 (or 20) hours like everyone else. I dunno, I have a few weeks to think about it.
I found one of my favorite CDs yesterday that I thought I had lost. I did a little happy dance cruising down 52 when I found it behind Dayroom in my case. It's that CD that Mandy made me a few years ago when we took Ariel up there. It has such good shit on it, I was so bummed when I thought it was gone forever.
All right. Back to sleepy time.