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I'm very very ready to go back to school...I'm actually looking forward to some of the classes, but mainly I just want to get away from my parents. I love my mom so much, but I just can't handle my father. He's so ridiculous. Example: I had to work 6:30pm-12:45 freakin AM at the theatre because of a midnight showing of War of the Worlds. So, that day my neighbors were roofing, and my dad decides, what the hell, 'bryan, go help them'. If I didn't, he was going to take away all of my driving privileges and God knows what else for at least a week. What complete and utter nonsense. And, of course, he said, "just for a few hours, just a few hours..." Well, those few hours turned into 8 and a half. So, burnt as a crisp, I go into work for whatever it was, 6 and half, I get back from work around 1:15ish, and I want to murder my dad. He comes into my room as I'm getting ready for bed and has the nerve to ask if I want him to get me up in the morning at 7 so I can help again. "NO YOU FUCKING DOUCHEBUG MOTHER FUCKER! I WANT TO SLEEP, DAMMIT!" Well..that's what I wanted to say. In reality, I said, "No, Dad. I think I want to sleep in before I have to go to work." So he shut up. End of story. Wow..what a boring life I lead. I'm sorry to anyone who is reading this. This is dribble. And I'm a horrible person. I really do need to change that.
I find myself getting farther and farther away from the Lord. It's honestly because I've let myself drift away. I've started to swear way too often, I hardly ever read my Bible, I'm just not the person I was a year ago. I don't like what I see when I look in the mirror. My goal is to just get closer to God again. I guess a year at college made my faith waver a bit? because I didn't get involved in any church-related activities, except when I came home. Ok, enough about that.
Work is actually fun at times. A lot of people at the theatre are hilarious. However, Carmike (the company) decided that we have too many hours, so they made my manager cut back everyone's hours. I went from 33ish to 20. So I'm going to be working at a gas station in the mornings to get about 20 extra hours a week, plus the vet clinic on Monday mornings/sometimes occasionally other mornings. Randall still isn't happy with my work schedule; I think I could only satisfy him if I had absolutely no contact with the outside world and did double shifts at some factory, working about 85 hours a week. And I'm sure he still wouldn't be satisfied. But I've come to terms that I can never satisfy him, but I still find myself trying to do that very same thing. Damn me. Damn me straight to hell. Which is probably where I should go.
Ok, enough pity partying. Off I go. Family vacation to a cousin's wedding in Illinois tomorrow. How exciting. More Randy stories.
I'm very very ready to go back to school...I'm actually looking forward to some of the classes, but mainly I just want to get away from my parents. I love my mom so much, but I just can't handle my father. He's so ridiculous. Example: I had to work 6:30pm-12:45 freakin AM at the theatre because of a midnight showing of War of the Worlds. So, that day my neighbors were roofing, and my dad decides, what the hell, 'bryan, go help them'. If I didn't, he was going to take away all of my driving privileges and God knows what else for at least a week. What complete and utter nonsense. And, of course, he said, "just for a few hours, just a few hours..." Well, those few hours turned into 8 and a half. So, burnt as a crisp, I go into work for whatever it was, 6 and half, I get back from work around 1:15ish, and I want to murder my dad. He comes into my room as I'm getting ready for bed and has the nerve to ask if I want him to get me up in the morning at 7 so I can help again. "NO YOU FUCKING DOUCHEBUG MOTHER FUCKER! I WANT TO SLEEP, DAMMIT!" Well..that's what I wanted to say. In reality, I said, "No, Dad. I think I want to sleep in before I have to go to work." So he shut up. End of story. Wow..what a boring life I lead. I'm sorry to anyone who is reading this. This is dribble. And I'm a horrible person. I really do need to change that.
I find myself getting farther and farther away from the Lord. It's honestly because I've let myself drift away. I've started to swear way too often, I hardly ever read my Bible, I'm just not the person I was a year ago. I don't like what I see when I look in the mirror. My goal is to just get closer to God again. I guess a year at college made my faith waver a bit? because I didn't get involved in any church-related activities, except when I came home. Ok, enough about that.
Work is actually fun at times. A lot of people at the theatre are hilarious. However, Carmike (the company) decided that we have too many hours, so they made my manager cut back everyone's hours. I went from 33ish to 20. So I'm going to be working at a gas station in the mornings to get about 20 extra hours a week, plus the vet clinic on Monday mornings/sometimes occasionally other mornings. Randall still isn't happy with my work schedule; I think I could only satisfy him if I had absolutely no contact with the outside world and did double shifts at some factory, working about 85 hours a week. And I'm sure he still wouldn't be satisfied. But I've come to terms that I can never satisfy him, but I still find myself trying to do that very same thing. Damn me. Damn me straight to hell. Which is probably where I should go.
Ok, enough pity partying. Off I go. Family vacation to a cousin's wedding in Illinois tomorrow. How exciting. More Randy stories.