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She-Hulk #21: OMG, so people like Slott why?? It was better when there was no explanation. There are some mysteries that should never be solved.
WWH: X-men #3: Dang.
I'm home for the long weekend! I got to hug my doggie. I almost cried when I saw him. I missed him. Haha. I missed everyone, of course. Dad came to pick me up. Before that, Elyssa and I just hung out all day (in between classes). She, Kim, and Sandy are home now too. Shana ended up staying and going to the football game. The school was drenched in red and white. Yesterday there was some huge dance on Liacouras Walk with hip-hop music and the mascot, Hooter, wandering around. Predominantly African-Americans turned out for it, but I saw some others. (I didn't go, Elyssa and I just had to pass that way to get to Hap Kido.)
My dad got into a car accident on Monday. He didn't tell me about it, he says because he didn't want me to worry. This is the second time this has happened. A few years ago, I was away in the summer, and he and my mom both got into an accident (with separate cars). They didn't tell me. Nobody was hurt - this time, Dad was just sore from getting socked with the airbag - but no one told me until I came home a week later. That pisses me off. So what I can't do anything. I'd still rather know. It's amazing how much you realize goes on at home once you're not there to witness it yourself. I mean, I assume if something really bad had happened, I would have been told right away (at least I hope so). So why wouldn't they tell me if wasn't all that bad at all? I hate being out of the loop, but they totally don't get it. They want to "protect" me, but it just makes me feel exiled. I'm glad my dad's okay, but I'm tired of being bombarded with the bad news on the car ride home a week after the fact.
WWH: X-men #3: Dang.
I'm home for the long weekend! I got to hug my doggie. I almost cried when I saw him. I missed him. Haha. I missed everyone, of course. Dad came to pick me up. Before that, Elyssa and I just hung out all day (in between classes). She, Kim, and Sandy are home now too. Shana ended up staying and going to the football game. The school was drenched in red and white. Yesterday there was some huge dance on Liacouras Walk with hip-hop music and the mascot, Hooter, wandering around. Predominantly African-Americans turned out for it, but I saw some others. (I didn't go, Elyssa and I just had to pass that way to get to Hap Kido.)
My dad got into a car accident on Monday. He didn't tell me about it, he says because he didn't want me to worry. This is the second time this has happened. A few years ago, I was away in the summer, and he and my mom both got into an accident (with separate cars). They didn't tell me. Nobody was hurt - this time, Dad was just sore from getting socked with the airbag - but no one told me until I came home a week later. That pisses me off. So what I can't do anything. I'd still rather know. It's amazing how much you realize goes on at home once you're not there to witness it yourself. I mean, I assume if something really bad had happened, I would have been told right away (at least I hope so). So why wouldn't they tell me if wasn't all that bad at all? I hate being out of the loop, but they totally don't get it. They want to "protect" me, but it just makes me feel exiled. I'm glad my dad's okay, but I'm tired of being bombarded with the bad news on the car ride home a week after the fact.