Hmm...interesting and entirely unexpected...
So my dad comes into my room, about fifteen minutes ago. He shuts the door behind him, very softly and casually, and asks me, "Are you smoking?"
It was so out of the blue. I don't know if he's known for a while, and has just been sitting on the information, and decided for God knows what reason to bring it up right now. Or if he somehow just figured it out. Which is actually more unlikely, as I haven't smoked since Sunday morning at Elise's.
At any rate, I completely froze, and my heart was racing, but he didn't actually look angry or upset. So I answered honestly, "Yes, I do," and added not so honestly, "Only every once in a while though. I hardly ever buy my own or anything." A minute later, he goes to bed, leaving me with a warning not to smoke in the house. That was it. He just said it was a bad habit and expensive too, but that I probably knew that, and he just didn't want me falling asleep while smoking in the room or something.
So. Yeah. That's awesome. I really can't get over how perfectly fine he was with it--I had been expecting he would want to chop my head off when he found out. But apparently not. Excellent.
In other news, Elise and I had a fantastic weekend. We went to the Sox game Friday night, and we kicked ass. It was such an amazing game to go to--Manny Ramirez hit a home run right over our heads--too perfect. Then on Saturday, some of Elise's friends from Medford came over. About two or three hours before they came, we got completely wasted smoking and drinking Smirnoff Twisted green apple things and Mike's Hard Lemonade. It would have been awesome if they'd come earlier, because we were both seriously fucked up, but by the time they arrived I was practically dead sober.
One of them downed about 3/4 of a bottle of Southern Comfort in an hour and a half, and was sick all night, as might be expected. Elise and I were both useless when it came to cleaning all the vomit up--everyone else had to do it--I felt sort of bad, but even sitting in the same room with throw-up makes me gag, so I did not want to risk getting close to it. It was a fun night though. They were all good kids.
Elise and I both got calls from Urban Outfitters, which is amazing. Man, if we both got jobs there...that would just be too incredible. I have an interview scheduled for Wednesday morning, so fingers crossed.
It was so out of the blue. I don't know if he's known for a while, and has just been sitting on the information, and decided for God knows what reason to bring it up right now. Or if he somehow just figured it out. Which is actually more unlikely, as I haven't smoked since Sunday morning at Elise's.
At any rate, I completely froze, and my heart was racing, but he didn't actually look angry or upset. So I answered honestly, "Yes, I do," and added not so honestly, "Only every once in a while though. I hardly ever buy my own or anything." A minute later, he goes to bed, leaving me with a warning not to smoke in the house. That was it. He just said it was a bad habit and expensive too, but that I probably knew that, and he just didn't want me falling asleep while smoking in the room or something.
So. Yeah. That's awesome. I really can't get over how perfectly fine he was with it--I had been expecting he would want to chop my head off when he found out. But apparently not. Excellent.
In other news, Elise and I had a fantastic weekend. We went to the Sox game Friday night, and we kicked ass. It was such an amazing game to go to--Manny Ramirez hit a home run right over our heads--too perfect. Then on Saturday, some of Elise's friends from Medford came over. About two or three hours before they came, we got completely wasted smoking and drinking Smirnoff Twisted green apple things and Mike's Hard Lemonade. It would have been awesome if they'd come earlier, because we were both seriously fucked up, but by the time they arrived I was practically dead sober.
One of them downed about 3/4 of a bottle of Southern Comfort in an hour and a half, and was sick all night, as might be expected. Elise and I were both useless when it came to cleaning all the vomit up--everyone else had to do it--I felt sort of bad, but even sitting in the same room with throw-up makes me gag, so I did not want to risk getting close to it. It was a fun night though. They were all good kids.
Elise and I both got calls from Urban Outfitters, which is amazing. Man, if we both got jobs there...that would just be too incredible. I have an interview scheduled for Wednesday morning, so fingers crossed.