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Hey, remember me? Well I certainly forgot about you for quite a while. Not a whole lot is new with me, except that teachers are "striking" at school, even though the new government made that illegal. What I mean is that they are still forced to work, but all non-paid positions have been stopped until a deal is made. This also means we can't get report cards, or detention. We can't ask for percentages, and they can't be posted. Normally I would be very happy about this, but I actually did pretty well this term and I wanted to show it to my mom and prove to her that I am keeping up in school, even though I rarely do homework.
In other news, I think my dad is going to finally divorce his second wife. They've been seperated for ...gosh, 4 months? A while anyway. I'm anticipating it. For the three years I've known Roberta, I kept telling myself I'd get used to her. She was not a bad person at all, but I guess I just didn't like the fact that she was only 30, and had an addictive personality. She smoked a lot, in the house, and always forgot about my ashma(sp?), and last year, she developed the one flaw that would crush her marriage: alcohol. She became lonely when her and my dad moved back here from Penticton (a small town about five hours from here. My dad got a job there that he wanted to pursue in '97, I think it was). She was unemployed and didn't have any friends to talk to or hang out with, so she turned to the booze. And it wasn't that she drank tons and tons, it was just that she is so light it's affect began quickly and she developed a split personality, of sorts. One or two drinks and she was going on and on about stuff in her life and how my dad wasn't caring enough for her. She would say how I was a big baby and my sister was a whiny little bitch. This would cause my dad to get mad and defend us, and fights broke out. My sister and I shared a room at that old house, and we listened as it went on til 2 or even 3 am. So finally my dad wrote her a check for some money to keep her going until she found a job, and she was outta there. My dad later moved to where he is now, about a 15 minute walk from my mom's house. I haven't seen her since, and I most likely won't again.
So anyway, that's it for now, because I'm getting bored and my arms are tired from my daily work out type thing.
In other news, I think my dad is going to finally divorce his second wife. They've been seperated for ...gosh, 4 months? A while anyway. I'm anticipating it. For the three years I've known Roberta, I kept telling myself I'd get used to her. She was not a bad person at all, but I guess I just didn't like the fact that she was only 30, and had an addictive personality. She smoked a lot, in the house, and always forgot about my ashma(sp?), and last year, she developed the one flaw that would crush her marriage: alcohol. She became lonely when her and my dad moved back here from Penticton (a small town about five hours from here. My dad got a job there that he wanted to pursue in '97, I think it was). She was unemployed and didn't have any friends to talk to or hang out with, so she turned to the booze. And it wasn't that she drank tons and tons, it was just that she is so light it's affect began quickly and she developed a split personality, of sorts. One or two drinks and she was going on and on about stuff in her life and how my dad wasn't caring enough for her. She would say how I was a big baby and my sister was a whiny little bitch. This would cause my dad to get mad and defend us, and fights broke out. My sister and I shared a room at that old house, and we listened as it went on til 2 or even 3 am. So finally my dad wrote her a check for some money to keep her going until she found a job, and she was outta there. My dad later moved to where he is now, about a 15 minute walk from my mom's house. I haven't seen her since, and I most likely won't again.
So anyway, that's it for now, because I'm getting bored and my arms are tired from my daily work out type thing.