random thoughts of a restless mind
general disclaimer: these don't really have any connection what-so-ever, they're just written in the order that my brain thought of them. enjoy...
so um you know that calc class that I was taking and finished last week...well um guess who got an A? that'd be me. I am so glad, this makes all of the of the unpleasantness of doing it durring the summer worth while.
in other news the carpets were put in last weekend, so now i can finally put my room back together for good, except that i'm kindof dawdling on that bec i like having an empty room. the carpets are so soft and cushy and clean that they're fun to like on. oh but i did rearrange my room, which was fun. i now have my bed on the final wall that it's never been on, so it's the last new configuration. (every so often i like to rearrange it just to add some spice to my life)
lifeguading ends this sat which is just amazing news. i am so ready to be done with work. i've gotten to the point where if i don't ever have to teach a swim lesson again or stare at a pool and watch people swim, it would be fine with me. i hate the end of the summer bec no one (including myself) has any enthusiasum for the job left, so it's not as fun as the begginning of the summer is.
so i went to the library last thurs, bec i've been itching to read a book all summer and the day that i was done with calc i went after work and rented 11 books. i know that i won't be able to read all of them, but i didn't know which ones to get, so i figured that i can just pick and choose when i'm home. so far i'm half way through my second, and i eliminated one other bec the first 30 pages were boring. so seven and a half more to go.
on a more serious note, i've come to the conclusion (after all of the choas that occured at my house on friday night, which i don't really want to get into right now) that i don't respect my dad, and that is why we don't really get along. you see he used to have it, and he used to be someone that i totally loved to hand around with. i used to enjoy going down to his office and helping him put together whatever computer he was working in. (in truth, all i did was screw things in with a screwdriver where ever he told me to bec he said it was easier for me bec i had little hands and could get the screws into the little places, so i had no idea what was going on with what we were actually doing.) but back to my point, he used to be everything that a dad should be, but then, with in the first few months of my freshman year of high school, he lost his job and became an unemployeddead beat for a year and a half until he finally began to get his act together and got a real job, and not just another of his failed start-up companies, towards the end of my junior year. that was when he went throught his male manapause stage as my mom calls it, and got really moody and deppressed and far too angry. now he's better, but he still has his bad days, and he's never really earned back my respect. that and he is also the BIGGEST hypocrite in the world, and so stubborn and pig headed that he won't even consider the minute possibility that his way is not always the best way to do things.
for example, take this whole football ordeal thingy. basically he's forcing micheal, my scrawny younger brother who more closely resembles a string bean then a lineman, to play football. according to my dad, football is a right of passage, and builds character, and load of bs like that. really, he's just trying to relive his glory days (or what he thinks were his glory days, we don't actually know if he was any good or not) though michael. michael's gone to all of the summer practices, and knows what it's like and doesn't want to play, but is being forced to anyways. and my dad won't listen to anyone else's opinion on the subject at all. and let me just say that i'm not just being a protective older sister and dont want my brother to be at the bottom of the dogpiles that jessie and i have so much fun saying "squish" to. all of the of the people at work all laughed when we told them that michael couldn't come last sat. bec he was getting his pads for football. they all think that michael's not maid for playing football either. gahhhh, i'm getting way to worked up about this. i need to go to bed now, so i'll write more in the morning. goodnight.
so um you know that calc class that I was taking and finished last week...well um guess who got an A? that'd be me. I am so glad, this makes all of the of the unpleasantness of doing it durring the summer worth while.
in other news the carpets were put in last weekend, so now i can finally put my room back together for good, except that i'm kindof dawdling on that bec i like having an empty room. the carpets are so soft and cushy and clean that they're fun to like on. oh but i did rearrange my room, which was fun. i now have my bed on the final wall that it's never been on, so it's the last new configuration. (every so often i like to rearrange it just to add some spice to my life)
lifeguading ends this sat which is just amazing news. i am so ready to be done with work. i've gotten to the point where if i don't ever have to teach a swim lesson again or stare at a pool and watch people swim, it would be fine with me. i hate the end of the summer bec no one (including myself) has any enthusiasum for the job left, so it's not as fun as the begginning of the summer is.
so i went to the library last thurs, bec i've been itching to read a book all summer and the day that i was done with calc i went after work and rented 11 books. i know that i won't be able to read all of them, but i didn't know which ones to get, so i figured that i can just pick and choose when i'm home. so far i'm half way through my second, and i eliminated one other bec the first 30 pages were boring. so seven and a half more to go.
on a more serious note, i've come to the conclusion (after all of the choas that occured at my house on friday night, which i don't really want to get into right now) that i don't respect my dad, and that is why we don't really get along. you see he used to have it, and he used to be someone that i totally loved to hand around with. i used to enjoy going down to his office and helping him put together whatever computer he was working in. (in truth, all i did was screw things in with a screwdriver where ever he told me to bec he said it was easier for me bec i had little hands and could get the screws into the little places, so i had no idea what was going on with what we were actually doing.) but back to my point, he used to be everything that a dad should be, but then, with in the first few months of my freshman year of high school, he lost his job and became an unemployeddead beat for a year and a half until he finally began to get his act together and got a real job, and not just another of his failed start-up companies, towards the end of my junior year. that was when he went throught his male manapause stage as my mom calls it, and got really moody and deppressed and far too angry. now he's better, but he still has his bad days, and he's never really earned back my respect. that and he is also the BIGGEST hypocrite in the world, and so stubborn and pig headed that he won't even consider the minute possibility that his way is not always the best way to do things.
for example, take this whole football ordeal thingy. basically he's forcing micheal, my scrawny younger brother who more closely resembles a string bean then a lineman, to play football. according to my dad, football is a right of passage, and builds character, and load of bs like that. really, he's just trying to relive his glory days (or what he thinks were his glory days, we don't actually know if he was any good or not) though michael. michael's gone to all of the summer practices, and knows what it's like and doesn't want to play, but is being forced to anyways. and my dad won't listen to anyone else's opinion on the subject at all. and let me just say that i'm not just being a protective older sister and dont want my brother to be at the bottom of the dogpiles that jessie and i have so much fun saying "squish" to. all of the of the people at work all laughed when we told them that michael couldn't come last sat. bec he was getting his pads for football. they all think that michael's not maid for playing football either. gahhhh, i'm getting way to worked up about this. i need to go to bed now, so i'll write more in the morning. goodnight.