The Diary of Queen Mothy |
Stuff written @ 5:28 PM on March 14, 2002 LOL You folks who read my last entry about me botching my college years really should not have taken me seriously. I mean, yeah, I pretty much wrote it to give me some sort of direction, but really, that was *me* who was writing it. Do you honestly think I'd stick to it? Last night was fun. My old lunch bunch buddy Ryan, who is absolutely one of the coolest and most open guys anyone could ever hope to meet, is planning to throw a "Survivor" party every week, and it's a nice break and a tactful opportunity to get out of the house and break the monotony. So kudos, Ryan! (Honestly, I was not aware so many people read these damned entries of mine. Can we say, "depressing and pathetic?" In regards to my entries, that is...) Katharine has inspired me to download music on-line. No big deal, you say? Uh, for me, truly it is a big step in my development as a technologically well-rounded creature. I downloaded a whole bunch of new age and the oddest unicorn songs from www.audiogalaxy.com. Way cool site. I've been freaking inspired. Nothing hugely important happened today, except for the fact that I found out that Mr. Hagaman is RETIRING-retiring after this year. Goddamn, I said. Those freaking administrators truly must have driven him over the edge. Bastards. He was only supposed to retire from the theater! And now I can't go visit him when I go to college. My poor theater teaching was crying about it fourth period. Worked on art and Spark stuff most of the day. We're on Spark deadline this weekend, so I'll be working all Saturday at the school. I've got three advertisements that I've got to design. Well, I'm not dealing with that tonight. World history is a class that is a pleasure to go to. If I wasn't so gung-ho on art and theater, history would have been my ultimate niche. Mrs. Smardon is awesome; she was nominated as teacher of the year my sophomore year. Mr. Hume has that title this year. I would have nominated Hagaman, except there's no point now, you know? My theater teacher says we can decorate one of the showcases on Main Street in his honor; I think that would be fitting. The Thespian Faction is in the midst of investigating scripts. God help us all. Chris broke up with poor Emily. He's such an ass. She can do so much better anyway. Jeff was right when he said Chris was a boring individual. And an ass. Really, no other words to describe him. Oh jeez, I'm being mean again. Such is life. My father and I are still not speaking. Mother's been really pressing me to speak to him and apologize. Well, if there was one thing Ryan's Tarot reading was right about (and there were many things) last night, it was that I am certainly resisting losing any ground in this never-ending battle. What's pathetic is that my father and I are fighting about a ridiculous topic; I suppose what I want to prove is that I am right, and by refusing to acknowledge him, I guess I want him to see that I am serious and that I want him to seek medical help. Well, that's one thing about some men I'll never understand. Why does it take so much pride to admit you're wrong? I know somewhere in all this mess that I am wrong, but the solution in this situation lies not in me taking any drastic action. He's got to want it for himself. And, well, I guess that at this point, if I must speak to him, it will be only for my mother's sake. You see, I can forgive if he makes an attempt to correct his problem and fails. But I can never forgive if no effort at all has been put forth. That, in my mind, is not who my father is, not the man who had always taught me or said once every year, until the past two years, "Sam, if you're going to do a job, do it right." Well, I'm sick of ending my entries with that. Certainly, I've had better years, but right now I have to say that I've never been so entranced by a video game like last night. After "Survivor," Ryan brought out this nifty game that had two mats like the jogging game for regular Nintendo of antiquity. Only get this: it was for a dance video game!! Dance Dance Revolution, it's called, and holy burning rubber, Batman, I haven't had so much fun with a video game in recent years until last night. Oh yeah, I lost pretty much every game, but it sure was fun losing. Kat and I mutually agreed that we must climb through Ryan's window everyday and steal the game for my Playstation. Hehe! Welp, tis all.
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