The first of a sequence
So here's what gives. I've wanted to/meant to/tried to update this for weeks now, but the actual act hasn't been performed. I have proof, too. I've been writing down thoughts about significant events on scrap paper. Really! So, I'll go in order. I'll put down real dates, so ignore posting times.
Maybe the gifted and talented kids on campus, from John's Hopkins, have inspired me. Nah, they're strange and their parents can't drive worth shit (ps said they keep hitting each others' cars)
From May 18-May 31 I was home. Here are the interesting developments from that span of time-
Rebecca's low self-esteem worries me. I thought I was bad! She's beautiful but she dates really ugly guys, which wouldn't be so bad if they were really nice to her, but that's not the case at all. This fat guy who looks like the creatures in "I am Legend" has the audacity to say things about her like "Oh she has a big butt" or "She's so fat, she ate a whole tray of nuggets from Chick-fil-a" FUCK YOU FUCKHEAD! She's WAY better than you deserve so you should shut the fuck up and worship the ground she walks on. Why don't women realize they deserve better? No one should be shallow but at least expect some respect from men you date. Jesus, no wonder men rule the world-because even the ugly pathetic one's can make pretty, smart girls feel inferior.
I also spent a lot of time with my mother. I love her to death, and we went on our typical crab dip outing. But lately I've noticed this trend in her, and my Aunts, too, where they treat me/talk to me like an adult, which sort of creeps me out. Mostly because they grew up in the 70's and talking about their past selves often includes their sex lives.
It's weird how curious I used to be- as much as I always knew my mom probably didn't want me to have sex early, I wondered when they perhaps started having sex, etc. Well, now that my mom calls me a prude and tells me stories like this one, I realize I'm way more square then they were.
So, me and my mom were at O'Lorden's Irish Pub when we started talking about canada or Indians or something, fuck knows why. All of a sudden, my mom tells me about this trip she and my dad went on when they were dating.
Close to actual quote-
"Oh man, Alisha, there were really hot Indians at this camping place. You know how I feel about Indians! We smoked pot with them. I was so mad your father was there because I really wanted to hook up with one of them!"
........
She apologized later because she knew I was kind of creeped out. When she said sorry, she said "Well, hooked up doesn't necessarily mean sex. (says the woman who told me her from high school, who happens to be this guys mom who I went to school with, hooked up with billy joel in the SEX kind of hook up way) And I'm glad I had you and everything!"
Alrrright. How should I feel about these things? I don't know, I guess they should inspire me to just live my life. Who knows. I guess things work out the way they should? haha who knows. All in all, I'm happy with the shift of treatment. I feel a lot closer to my family, for better or for worse.
New philosophy- "If you call a man a pig, he will become one"
Maybe the gifted and talented kids on campus, from John's Hopkins, have inspired me. Nah, they're strange and their parents can't drive worth shit (ps said they keep hitting each others' cars)
From May 18-May 31 I was home. Here are the interesting developments from that span of time-
Rebecca's low self-esteem worries me. I thought I was bad! She's beautiful but she dates really ugly guys, which wouldn't be so bad if they were really nice to her, but that's not the case at all. This fat guy who looks like the creatures in "I am Legend" has the audacity to say things about her like "Oh she has a big butt" or "She's so fat, she ate a whole tray of nuggets from Chick-fil-a" FUCK YOU FUCKHEAD! She's WAY better than you deserve so you should shut the fuck up and worship the ground she walks on. Why don't women realize they deserve better? No one should be shallow but at least expect some respect from men you date. Jesus, no wonder men rule the world-because even the ugly pathetic one's can make pretty, smart girls feel inferior.
I also spent a lot of time with my mother. I love her to death, and we went on our typical crab dip outing. But lately I've noticed this trend in her, and my Aunts, too, where they treat me/talk to me like an adult, which sort of creeps me out. Mostly because they grew up in the 70's and talking about their past selves often includes their sex lives.
It's weird how curious I used to be- as much as I always knew my mom probably didn't want me to have sex early, I wondered when they perhaps started having sex, etc. Well, now that my mom calls me a prude and tells me stories like this one, I realize I'm way more square then they were.
So, me and my mom were at O'Lorden's Irish Pub when we started talking about canada or Indians or something, fuck knows why. All of a sudden, my mom tells me about this trip she and my dad went on when they were dating.
Close to actual quote-
"Oh man, Alisha, there were really hot Indians at this camping place. You know how I feel about Indians! We smoked pot with them. I was so mad your father was there because I really wanted to hook up with one of them!"
........
She apologized later because she knew I was kind of creeped out. When she said sorry, she said "Well, hooked up doesn't necessarily mean sex. (says the woman who told me her from high school, who happens to be this guys mom who I went to school with, hooked up with billy joel in the SEX kind of hook up way) And I'm glad I had you and everything!"
Alrrright. How should I feel about these things? I don't know, I guess they should inspire me to just live my life. Who knows. I guess things work out the way they should? haha who knows. All in all, I'm happy with the shift of treatment. I feel a lot closer to my family, for better or for worse.
New philosophy- "If you call a man a pig, he will become one"