oh dear god
soooo...
monday my grandmother told me that my father goes to school with me, as i suspected he might after seeing him get an application for admission at the end of last semester.
i hadn't seen him yet, so i thought, 'oh, maybe i won't, and that'll be great."
so, i'm sitting here, writing an email to my american lit prof - he requires it - when who walks up but my daddy.
that's where the oh dear god comes in.
he just asks how i am, and blah blah blah. asks about marissa. i show him that i've got a picture of the two of us in my wallet, because i'm a loser like that. he laughs because batman's on my wallet. he remembered that mommy's birthday is tomorrow. i mentioned ramil, and showed him a picture. he got all 'dad'-like, and talked about how i had to start dating sometime, but he wished i never would - something he used to say all the time.
he looks old. i mean, he is forty. but he doesn't look as bright as he used to. you know how they recently cleaned the sisteen (or however you spell it) chapel, and showed the difference between the restored bits and the real dirty parts? yeah, my memory gives me the restoration, but my eyes saw something worn by time, care, and life.
god, i feel like such a loser. i rag on kyra and liz for going back to their asshole boyfriends who say theiy're gonna cheat, and do cheat, and make them miserable, but here i am...
gotta go meet ramil.
monday my grandmother told me that my father goes to school with me, as i suspected he might after seeing him get an application for admission at the end of last semester.
i hadn't seen him yet, so i thought, 'oh, maybe i won't, and that'll be great."
so, i'm sitting here, writing an email to my american lit prof - he requires it - when who walks up but my daddy.
that's where the oh dear god comes in.
he just asks how i am, and blah blah blah. asks about marissa. i show him that i've got a picture of the two of us in my wallet, because i'm a loser like that. he laughs because batman's on my wallet. he remembered that mommy's birthday is tomorrow. i mentioned ramil, and showed him a picture. he got all 'dad'-like, and talked about how i had to start dating sometime, but he wished i never would - something he used to say all the time.
he looks old. i mean, he is forty. but he doesn't look as bright as he used to. you know how they recently cleaned the sisteen (or however you spell it) chapel, and showed the difference between the restored bits and the real dirty parts? yeah, my memory gives me the restoration, but my eyes saw something worn by time, care, and life.
god, i feel like such a loser. i rag on kyra and liz for going back to their asshole boyfriends who say theiy're gonna cheat, and do cheat, and make them miserable, but here i am...
gotta go meet ramil.