Parents
Since getting home from school, I've had the distinct pleasure of living with my folks again. Sometimes this isn't so bad, but mornings like the one I just had make me really wonder if living at home is as cool as I make it out to be.
My dad is not a complex man, he's simple and easy to read. Don't let that fool you though! Just because he's simple doesn't mean he has to make sense! Today's argument was about whether or not I was allowed to use our enormous conversion van to take some bikes to a nearby trail.
"Why the hell would you think I'd let you do that?"
"Um, because you want me to lose weight and get in shape, and you're going to give me the tools to do so."
"Like its my fault you haven't purchased a bike rack for your car?!" He scoffs after saying this and leaves the room, a telltale sign that our argument is over. I should note that my dad's dad, a man I know only as Abolito, has lymph node cancer, and is very sick. My father doesn't handle these things very well, and it affects his entire outlook when they come up.
I venture over to my parents bathroom to consult the Mother, who is undoubtedly the more reasonable of the two.
"He's killing me this morning," she says while continuing to do her hair.
"I've only been asking for one for 6 goddamn months, I'll go buy you one right now."
Problem solved, but I'm still annoyed.
Its been a week and a half without me even touching my WoW game. I feel, better? I used this game as an escape for so long, and saw so many cool things as a result. Slain dragons, liches, even Kael'thas and Lady Vashj! And yet, I don't miss it nearly as much as I thought I would. My paladin, Fashioncore, was pretty ballin, and I will miss her. Maybe I'll take it up casually one day, who knows? Straightedge being my one character, Fashion being the other, they are now locked in my computer, the picture above as a testament to their awesomeness. Cause you know, fury warriors so often killed themselves, and paladins usually felt bad about not healing them. For now, she remains buried with a multitude of other things.
Yesterday was a pretty great day. Since our chat that fateful Thursday MLE seems really open and happy talking about any multitude of things. After a few years I finally feel like I'm getting to know my best friend. Chad came over, concerned about a girl in his life, and we had some pretty great conversation. Sadly, at one point all we were doing was waiting for Sharon to show up, and it got rather boring. He left early and I watched Entourage. Go me. Em returned home, seemingly tired, and went to bed.
Hopefully my parents will be back soon and we can all go bike riding, Chad leaves for London soon, and I want to hang with him while I can.
Peace for now, more later.
My dad is not a complex man, he's simple and easy to read. Don't let that fool you though! Just because he's simple doesn't mean he has to make sense! Today's argument was about whether or not I was allowed to use our enormous conversion van to take some bikes to a nearby trail.
"Why the hell would you think I'd let you do that?"
"Um, because you want me to lose weight and get in shape, and you're going to give me the tools to do so."
"Like its my fault you haven't purchased a bike rack for your car?!" He scoffs after saying this and leaves the room, a telltale sign that our argument is over. I should note that my dad's dad, a man I know only as Abolito, has lymph node cancer, and is very sick. My father doesn't handle these things very well, and it affects his entire outlook when they come up.
I venture over to my parents bathroom to consult the Mother, who is undoubtedly the more reasonable of the two.
"He's killing me this morning," she says while continuing to do her hair.
"I've only been asking for one for 6 goddamn months, I'll go buy you one right now."
Problem solved, but I'm still annoyed.
Its been a week and a half without me even touching my WoW game. I feel, better? I used this game as an escape for so long, and saw so many cool things as a result. Slain dragons, liches, even Kael'thas and Lady Vashj! And yet, I don't miss it nearly as much as I thought I would. My paladin, Fashioncore, was pretty ballin, and I will miss her. Maybe I'll take it up casually one day, who knows? Straightedge being my one character, Fashion being the other, they are now locked in my computer, the picture above as a testament to their awesomeness. Cause you know, fury warriors so often killed themselves, and paladins usually felt bad about not healing them. For now, she remains buried with a multitude of other things.
Yesterday was a pretty great day. Since our chat that fateful Thursday MLE seems really open and happy talking about any multitude of things. After a few years I finally feel like I'm getting to know my best friend. Chad came over, concerned about a girl in his life, and we had some pretty great conversation. Sadly, at one point all we were doing was waiting for Sharon to show up, and it got rather boring. He left early and I watched Entourage. Go me. Em returned home, seemingly tired, and went to bed.
Hopefully my parents will be back soon and we can all go bike riding, Chad leaves for London soon, and I want to hang with him while I can.
Peace for now, more later.