House Sitting - Night 4: Night Of The Exhausted Complainer
► In the mad frenzied attempt to get as much into my previous journal entry as possible (I realize it's a bit of a mess) I forgot a few things I was going to mention. Granted, they're not really important things, but then again, my journals rarely are.
When Dad dropped me off here at the house on Thursday, it was just a little before 5:00pm. Darren and Jen didn't get back here until just after Dad left 20 to 30 minutes later (she had gone to pick him up at work). Before they finally left, Darren a hug which took me a bit by surprise. Not for the hug exactly, since we used to often hug, most often jokingly. But he's been running hot and cold with me so much this past while, I just wasn't expecting it. In fact, in June when we were all at Dad and Claire's for dinner, he seemed annoyed anytime I approached or talked to him.
I'm tempted to hope this means things are starting to thaw, but really, they're usually only pleasant like this when they're getting me to do a favour for them. I think Jen's removing me from her Facebook Friends List just 2 days before probably atests to their truer feelings regarding me. For the record, I didn't bring up or ask her about this. Honestly, I don't think I'd really want to hear her explaination.
Once or twice since he asked me to house sit this time, Darren said that if their was a character performer on the Disney cruise (I understand there are some on the ship), they'd get a picture of themselves with Belle for me. Somehow that didn't sound particularly keen to me. This time, however, Darren said they'd get me "Belle's" autograph. I guess that'd be a bit better.
They've flight back from the cruise should get in sometime Saturday evening (the 15th). They're plan, unless they've changed it, was to drive the several hour drive home that night and get into the house around 2:00 to 3:00am. Darren would then drive me, in turn, home Sunday morning. I told Dad today that I had been thinking I'd prefer to just go back to my apartment late Saturday night, and not have to deal with the awkwardness of my being around when they get back and gratitude is replaced with irritation of my existance. Really, I just don't feel like being near them anymore and would prefer to be scarce.
I wouldn't say he was mad or anything like that, but Dad abruptly said I should stay that night and just let Darren drive me home Sunday. I'm not looking forward to that night/morning at all.
Note: And it is now 1:31am, and I've been awake 23 hours. Goodnight.
► I haven't looked at or enjoyed smut since Wednesday. So sad. :-(
► John Hughes died - I can't decide what's more shocking; that Hughes dropped dead at 59, or that he's spent the last 10 years or more living as a midwestern farmer.
► I have a sudden urge to regrow the mullet I had in grade 8.
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Quote of the Moment
John Bender: Screws fall out all the time, the world is an imperfect place.
- The Breakfast Club (1985)
When Dad dropped me off here at the house on Thursday, it was just a little before 5:00pm. Darren and Jen didn't get back here until just after Dad left 20 to 30 minutes later (she had gone to pick him up at work). Before they finally left, Darren a hug which took me a bit by surprise. Not for the hug exactly, since we used to often hug, most often jokingly. But he's been running hot and cold with me so much this past while, I just wasn't expecting it. In fact, in June when we were all at Dad and Claire's for dinner, he seemed annoyed anytime I approached or talked to him.
I'm tempted to hope this means things are starting to thaw, but really, they're usually only pleasant like this when they're getting me to do a favour for them. I think Jen's removing me from her Facebook Friends List just 2 days before probably atests to their truer feelings regarding me. For the record, I didn't bring up or ask her about this. Honestly, I don't think I'd really want to hear her explaination.
Once or twice since he asked me to house sit this time, Darren said that if their was a character performer on the Disney cruise (I understand there are some on the ship), they'd get a picture of themselves with Belle for me. Somehow that didn't sound particularly keen to me. This time, however, Darren said they'd get me "Belle's" autograph. I guess that'd be a bit better.
They've flight back from the cruise should get in sometime Saturday evening (the 15th). They're plan, unless they've changed it, was to drive the several hour drive home that night and get into the house around 2:00 to 3:00am. Darren would then drive me, in turn, home Sunday morning. I told Dad today that I had been thinking I'd prefer to just go back to my apartment late Saturday night, and not have to deal with the awkwardness of my being around when they get back and gratitude is replaced with irritation of my existance. Really, I just don't feel like being near them anymore and would prefer to be scarce.
I wouldn't say he was mad or anything like that, but Dad abruptly said I should stay that night and just let Darren drive me home Sunday. I'm not looking forward to that night/morning at all.
Note: And it is now 1:31am, and I've been awake 23 hours. Goodnight.
► I haven't looked at or enjoyed smut since Wednesday. So sad. :-(
► John Hughes died - I can't decide what's more shocking; that Hughes dropped dead at 59, or that he's spent the last 10 years or more living as a midwestern farmer.
► I have a sudden urge to regrow the mullet I had in grade 8.
see more Fail Blog
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Quote of the Moment
John Bender: Screws fall out all the time, the world is an imperfect place.
- The Breakfast Club (1985)