No hay viento favorable para el quien no tiene puerto de llegar.
So I don't have money anymore. But I think it was worth it. I bought two Cirque du Soleil tickets for my mom and me for this Saturday. It was sort of on a whim as well. And they're PREMIUM seats as well. I feel like I'm starting to become that gay guy that is really close to his mother. At least after all the gay guys I've spoken to that talk about their relationships with their mothers. Point is, it's about time something special is done for my mom, lord knows my father doesn't have the time, money, or mental capability to treat my mom to something nice.
Speaking of my father, he's the same ol'. Doesn't know how to hold a conversation. I try to explain something, he interrupts me literally every minute, and starts to go on tangents of his own. I tell him that if he doesn't let me talk, I'll never make my point, and he goes "Well I ask because I want to understand." That's nice, dad, but do you think professors at universities like students that always ALWAYS ask questions when the answer to that question is what the professor was about to say anyway. Also, he didn't know the word "to quote" in Spanish. He says I don't know Spanish, I say he doesn't know academic Spanish worth a shit. Really, talking to this guy is so effin' frustrating.
I wish he were more like Sr. Perez. Sr. Perez is this Jehovah's Witness who works at the same elementary school at my mother. And he's so eloquent. Not to mention knowledge beyond this world. In addition to knowing Russian and Japanese history, he knows names and dates that even Russian and Japanese majors don't/can't recall. He even knew about Amaterasu o-kami. Anywho, he went on this articulate rant about my piercing, and the associations people have about people with piercings, and he actually made me consider taking it off. At least more so than when my father said "Que es esa pendejada que tiene en la cara. Quítate eso que se ve como un indio." Thanks, dad.
Speaking of my father, he's the same ol'. Doesn't know how to hold a conversation. I try to explain something, he interrupts me literally every minute, and starts to go on tangents of his own. I tell him that if he doesn't let me talk, I'll never make my point, and he goes "Well I ask because I want to understand." That's nice, dad, but do you think professors at universities like students that always ALWAYS ask questions when the answer to that question is what the professor was about to say anyway. Also, he didn't know the word "to quote" in Spanish. He says I don't know Spanish, I say he doesn't know academic Spanish worth a shit. Really, talking to this guy is so effin' frustrating.
I wish he were more like Sr. Perez. Sr. Perez is this Jehovah's Witness who works at the same elementary school at my mother. And he's so eloquent. Not to mention knowledge beyond this world. In addition to knowing Russian and Japanese history, he knows names and dates that even Russian and Japanese majors don't/can't recall. He even knew about Amaterasu o-kami. Anywho, he went on this articulate rant about my piercing, and the associations people have about people with piercings, and he actually made me consider taking it off. At least more so than when my father said "Que es esa pendejada que tiene en la cara. Quítate eso que se ve como un indio." Thanks, dad.