Grrr...
I should have remembered. She did it all the time when she was pregnant with Bra. My mom has started stealing my secret stash of treats again. She and father ate all my cupcakes and then put the empty container right back where they found it. I swear, my mom gets a sixth sense while she's pregnant that allows her to locate any hidden snack food.
So, Friday I went to FB's swim party. Vez sort of coaxed me into going. She had a good time playing party games in the water like Marco Polo and such. For me, it was okay, but I felt pretty bad about being there. I still feel bad about what happened when Turless was here, so it was really uncomfortable to be around Kia. At least Raditz was at work, because I don't know what would have happened had he not. I pretty much stayed on the sidelines. I wasn't in the mood to play games, even though Bra and Vez kept whining I was being a "party pooper." Whatever, I had a fine time next to the table full of food, and stuffing myself with deviled eggs. They were very good, FB. I bet you could win my father over with them.
I really don't know what to do. My mom has been bringing up the subject of my future again. I can tell it's bothering her that I haven't done something with my life. She keeps saying that I'll end up like dad and just spend the rest of my life training in the Gravity Room and never do anything with my life. "Go back to school, get a job, get a hobby that doesn't have something to do with pummeling the snot out of someone." I've been hearing that non-stop since I recovered from that illness.
First off, after the second year of college I was bored out of my mind. Most of the classes I was taking were already telling me things I already knew, especially the engineering classes. When the professors started explaining to me how to work machines I helped mom and grandpa build I was out of there. Second, what kind of job could I get? Of course you'd all tell me to get a job at Capsule Corp. The last time I worked there was when mom and grandpa had to take a few month business trip to America and they left me in charge. No, I wasn't bored to tears, it was a nightmare. For some reason the female employees kept fainting. I had the air conditioning running non-stop to keep people cool, but the women kept swooning. Things got so backed up since so many workers were unconcious on the floor, so the paperwork kept piling up on my desk. That's not even half of what happened. Third, what kind of hobbies? All I've ever really been good at is fighting and messing around with machines (and I'm not even that good). Sure, I can do a lot of things, but not well, and I don't really enjoy doing them sometimes. *sigh*
And if that weren't enough, Grandma bothered me today about Sath. She thought we were still dating. I explained that we broke up a looong time ago. Of course she thought that was too bad, but perked up when she got the idea of playing matchmaker for me. Then she started rambling on about arranging a date for me with one of her friends daughters or something. I tried to tell her that it was okay and that she didn't need to do that, but she insisted. Something about the Brief women: you can't talk them out of something once those gears in their heads start moving. She told me that "a handsome, young man like yourself shouldn't be single" and that she would find a "nice, sweet girl" for me.
Great, so mom thinks I'm not doing anything with my life (which is sort of true), my grandma is trying to get me to date again, and my mom is eating all of my snacks! Stay out of my stash!
So, Friday I went to FB's swim party. Vez sort of coaxed me into going. She had a good time playing party games in the water like Marco Polo and such. For me, it was okay, but I felt pretty bad about being there. I still feel bad about what happened when Turless was here, so it was really uncomfortable to be around Kia. At least Raditz was at work, because I don't know what would have happened had he not. I pretty much stayed on the sidelines. I wasn't in the mood to play games, even though Bra and Vez kept whining I was being a "party pooper." Whatever, I had a fine time next to the table full of food, and stuffing myself with deviled eggs. They were very good, FB. I bet you could win my father over with them.
I really don't know what to do. My mom has been bringing up the subject of my future again. I can tell it's bothering her that I haven't done something with my life. She keeps saying that I'll end up like dad and just spend the rest of my life training in the Gravity Room and never do anything with my life. "Go back to school, get a job, get a hobby that doesn't have something to do with pummeling the snot out of someone." I've been hearing that non-stop since I recovered from that illness.
First off, after the second year of college I was bored out of my mind. Most of the classes I was taking were already telling me things I already knew, especially the engineering classes. When the professors started explaining to me how to work machines I helped mom and grandpa build I was out of there. Second, what kind of job could I get? Of course you'd all tell me to get a job at Capsule Corp. The last time I worked there was when mom and grandpa had to take a few month business trip to America and they left me in charge. No, I wasn't bored to tears, it was a nightmare. For some reason the female employees kept fainting. I had the air conditioning running non-stop to keep people cool, but the women kept swooning. Things got so backed up since so many workers were unconcious on the floor, so the paperwork kept piling up on my desk. That's not even half of what happened. Third, what kind of hobbies? All I've ever really been good at is fighting and messing around with machines (and I'm not even that good). Sure, I can do a lot of things, but not well, and I don't really enjoy doing them sometimes. *sigh*
And if that weren't enough, Grandma bothered me today about Sath. She thought we were still dating. I explained that we broke up a looong time ago. Of course she thought that was too bad, but perked up when she got the idea of playing matchmaker for me. Then she started rambling on about arranging a date for me with one of her friends daughters or something. I tried to tell her that it was okay and that she didn't need to do that, but she insisted. Something about the Brief women: you can't talk them out of something once those gears in their heads start moving. She told me that "a handsome, young man like yourself shouldn't be single" and that she would find a "nice, sweet girl" for me.
Great, so mom thinks I'm not doing anything with my life (which is sort of true), my grandma is trying to get me to date again, and my mom is eating all of my snacks! Stay out of my stash!