Ahh, Sunday.
So I have no exams tomorrow. No, my first exam will be C206, bright and early Tuesday morning at 8 a.m. I guess I'd better brush up on my Roman art. On the other hand, I will have nothing else to do that day and will not have exams again until Thursday (2 of them, though; C388 and C405).
Kenneth Dover has inspired me to reread Aristophanes. Also, a conversation with Wareh on Thursday made me want to read The Acharnians and pay greater attention to detail than I previously had. (A rousing discussion of scholarly comments on shit had something to do with this.)
I'm really not looking forward to getting all packed up and going home. I don't like Evansville, although the money is there and Zeus knows I need it. I've got mixed feelings about the Starchild's impending return; she'll be home about a week after I am, and she's suffering from GYAM (General Young Adult Malaise), where she's a Sophisticated Young Woman of the New Millennium and she Doesn't Need Us but would we just pay her bills please.
I hate how when there are issues related to parents and children, the lines are always drawn thus: X-chan and the old man, and m0mmy and me. It's not that there's favoritism; there never has been. I think it's just that I live with m0mmy and I don't talk to my father very much or very often, and besides I'm emancipated. (And, also, because I live with m0mmy, I have a greater understanding of what her financial situation is.) I think it's also that X-chan at this point in her life is really fucking selfish, which drives me nuts because when she's not being a goddamn princess she's a great kid and I love being with her.
I don't hold it against her that she has a relationship with our father. It doesn't matter what my opinion is because she didn't ask me for it. But sometimes I get the feeling that I'm the bad one, that I'm the recalcitrant one, that I'm some kind of terrible negative force that my father has to be protected from. Because if I'd tried harder to be perfect so that he would love me, maybe he wouldn't have left.
I don't know that this is what X thinks, but sometimes I get the impression that she's annoyed with me for not talking to my father.
My father is gone. No amount of wanting or wishing or kissing his ass will make that different. I wish he hadn't left, or that if he had, it had been for different reasons. I'm angry that he left. I'm angry that we've had to sit here and deal with the fall-out. I'm angry that he has apparently gotten off scot-free. It's easy for me to say that the Gods will give me justice, but it's pretty goddamn hard to believe it.
Anyway, enough of my mooing about that. Most days, I do a pretty good job of not thinking about it.
Thanks for h0ing for me, jurhael. In your honor, I have written you a little haiku:
O Maid of Athens!
You are my jo and my h0.
I love you long time.
Hello, wickedripeplum. *wave* You friended me. I notice we have the same given name, except nobody's ever spelled mine Alysabhet.
Kenneth Dover has inspired me to reread Aristophanes. Also, a conversation with Wareh on Thursday made me want to read The Acharnians and pay greater attention to detail than I previously had. (A rousing discussion of scholarly comments on shit had something to do with this.)
I'm really not looking forward to getting all packed up and going home. I don't like Evansville, although the money is there and Zeus knows I need it. I've got mixed feelings about the Starchild's impending return; she'll be home about a week after I am, and she's suffering from GYAM (General Young Adult Malaise), where she's a Sophisticated Young Woman of the New Millennium and she Doesn't Need Us but would we just pay her bills please.
I hate how when there are issues related to parents and children, the lines are always drawn thus: X-chan and the old man, and m0mmy and me. It's not that there's favoritism; there never has been. I think it's just that I live with m0mmy and I don't talk to my father very much or very often, and besides I'm emancipated. (And, also, because I live with m0mmy, I have a greater understanding of what her financial situation is.) I think it's also that X-chan at this point in her life is really fucking selfish, which drives me nuts because when she's not being a goddamn princess she's a great kid and I love being with her.
I don't hold it against her that she has a relationship with our father. It doesn't matter what my opinion is because she didn't ask me for it. But sometimes I get the feeling that I'm the bad one, that I'm the recalcitrant one, that I'm some kind of terrible negative force that my father has to be protected from. Because if I'd tried harder to be perfect so that he would love me, maybe he wouldn't have left.
I don't know that this is what X thinks, but sometimes I get the impression that she's annoyed with me for not talking to my father.
My father is gone. No amount of wanting or wishing or kissing his ass will make that different. I wish he hadn't left, or that if he had, it had been for different reasons. I'm angry that he left. I'm angry that we've had to sit here and deal with the fall-out. I'm angry that he has apparently gotten off scot-free. It's easy for me to say that the Gods will give me justice, but it's pretty goddamn hard to believe it.
Anyway, enough of my mooing about that. Most days, I do a pretty good job of not thinking about it.
Thanks for h0ing for me, jurhael. In your honor, I have written you a little haiku:
O Maid of Athens!
You are my jo and my h0.
I love you long time.
Hello, wickedripeplum. *wave* You friended me. I notice we have the same given name, except nobody's ever spelled mine Alysabhet.