B&B, Blues and Bebop
I've gone from elation and general happyness to... To... I'm not entirely sure what I've gone to, yet. Seems to be part apathy, part random cover-humor (I resorted to it much more often than I usually do last night), part sadness, part annoyance, and part... I'm still not sure. Ah well, I suppose the title does something of a translation of my mood into word form.
My father and I had a short head-butting contest. He was an ass, and I now know also drunk at the time. The incident amounted to him waking me up at 11:00 in the morning after I'd gotten to sleep at only 6:00. I wanted more sleep. He said that oversleeping would be bad for school. I said undersleeping to avoid oversleeping would be one of the most moronic things available and relevant to the situation. He huffed himself up and said he needed my help. I moved one rather light thing he could have easily done himself, waited for further work for a bit, then gave up and went back to sleep, a bit annoyed from his manner. When I woke up again, three hours later, one of the first things he said to me was, "I lied to mom for you," and he said it to me in an extremely offensive tone, as if I'd demanded he cover for me as I got up enough sleep to do well in school (well, more to get rid of the pounding headache in the back of my skull, but are reasons that important?) Apparently my mother had asked if I was awake. Dad had lied 'for' me and said I was. When I got home he 'ratted' me out. Mom didn't care, but it pissed me off. He's done things like that before, and somehow he seems to always end up trying to pin blame on me. The way he told mom seemed half secretive at first, and sort of accusing. Like I said, he's done things like it before, so I'm not sure if he was unintentionally or intentionally trying to blame me.
Looks like he definitely can't change, and it also looks like I can take it, but not sitting down. I'm tired of holding back on him. Partially it's my mood, and partially it's just that I always hold back. With him even more than with others. And frankly, it's finally begun to bore and annoy me. Beware all ye who enter here. Here there be Mands.
I've been enjoying my various books mainly. Finished The Redemption of Althalus by David Eddings, his first stand-alone fantasy novel. Great book, but huge even for a hardcover. 700+ pages.
Starting on a new Discworld book by Terry Pratchett. Good fantasy satire/comedies, but I wish I had more of them. I'll have to remember to try to get my hands on some more soon, even moreso since I gave Witches Abroad away in the book swap.
My Physical Science teacher seems a good deal boring, droning, and generally blah, but the class is easy as hell. Technically I'm 4 years above it, at least, but I need another science credit.
I generally already know what to expect in my Lit. class, and I plan on coming prepared and doing much better than last semester in Pre AP, in this second bout.
Then there's Ind & The Law, which somehow isn't a documentary on early colonization or a bad cowboy movie. It's the technical name for the debate class. It's my last block class, and I hope I'll do well in it. But, if it gets too hard, I might just switch to Drafting for there as well.
Speaking of that...I'm apparently off the Drafting rooster this block. Either I've been taken off, not yet added, or never was nor will be added. It pisses me off, since it's not a full class by any means, and there seems to be no REASON to it. The councelor and I supposedly got it completely fixed out, so I'm hoping to hell this is a mix-up. Wouldn't be the first time, since for the past several years I've had at least one screwup in each semester's schedule. If it's not a mistake...Well, then I'm going to hate this school system utterly for stupidity. I already hate it for incompetence and bad class managing and dealing poorly with trouble, among other things.
In the end, I feel like a rubber band. Something's going to give, my change in mood and uncertainty shows it. Something's about to snap, and I haven't a clue what it is. Maybe I'm finally...Going sane? *horrified gasp insertion here*
Besides that and attempting a power-leveling spree on FFL, not much going on.
Ah well.
My father and I had a short head-butting contest. He was an ass, and I now know also drunk at the time. The incident amounted to him waking me up at 11:00 in the morning after I'd gotten to sleep at only 6:00. I wanted more sleep. He said that oversleeping would be bad for school. I said undersleeping to avoid oversleeping would be one of the most moronic things available and relevant to the situation. He huffed himself up and said he needed my help. I moved one rather light thing he could have easily done himself, waited for further work for a bit, then gave up and went back to sleep, a bit annoyed from his manner. When I woke up again, three hours later, one of the first things he said to me was, "I lied to mom for you," and he said it to me in an extremely offensive tone, as if I'd demanded he cover for me as I got up enough sleep to do well in school (well, more to get rid of the pounding headache in the back of my skull, but are reasons that important?) Apparently my mother had asked if I was awake. Dad had lied 'for' me and said I was. When I got home he 'ratted' me out. Mom didn't care, but it pissed me off. He's done things like that before, and somehow he seems to always end up trying to pin blame on me. The way he told mom seemed half secretive at first, and sort of accusing. Like I said, he's done things like it before, so I'm not sure if he was unintentionally or intentionally trying to blame me.
Looks like he definitely can't change, and it also looks like I can take it, but not sitting down. I'm tired of holding back on him. Partially it's my mood, and partially it's just that I always hold back. With him even more than with others. And frankly, it's finally begun to bore and annoy me. Beware all ye who enter here. Here there be Mands.
I've been enjoying my various books mainly. Finished The Redemption of Althalus by David Eddings, his first stand-alone fantasy novel. Great book, but huge even for a hardcover. 700+ pages.
Starting on a new Discworld book by Terry Pratchett. Good fantasy satire/comedies, but I wish I had more of them. I'll have to remember to try to get my hands on some more soon, even moreso since I gave Witches Abroad away in the book swap.
My Physical Science teacher seems a good deal boring, droning, and generally blah, but the class is easy as hell. Technically I'm 4 years above it, at least, but I need another science credit.
I generally already know what to expect in my Lit. class, and I plan on coming prepared and doing much better than last semester in Pre AP, in this second bout.
Then there's Ind & The Law, which somehow isn't a documentary on early colonization or a bad cowboy movie. It's the technical name for the debate class. It's my last block class, and I hope I'll do well in it. But, if it gets too hard, I might just switch to Drafting for there as well.
Speaking of that...I'm apparently off the Drafting rooster this block. Either I've been taken off, not yet added, or never was nor will be added. It pisses me off, since it's not a full class by any means, and there seems to be no REASON to it. The councelor and I supposedly got it completely fixed out, so I'm hoping to hell this is a mix-up. Wouldn't be the first time, since for the past several years I've had at least one screwup in each semester's schedule. If it's not a mistake...Well, then I'm going to hate this school system utterly for stupidity. I already hate it for incompetence and bad class managing and dealing poorly with trouble, among other things.
In the end, I feel like a rubber band. Something's going to give, my change in mood and uncertainty shows it. Something's about to snap, and I haven't a clue what it is. Maybe I'm finally...Going sane? *horrified gasp insertion here*
Besides that and attempting a power-leveling spree on FFL, not much going on.
Ah well.