|Current mood:|| peaceful|
|Current music:||Ween - "Sketches of Winkle"|
I am in a pretty good mood right now. I'm really proud of myself. I called Sean last night, and my phone said we talked for 44 minutes. It was nice. I usually only talk to Maureeen and Jodi on the phone. I'm really nervous about calling people. I was really scared last night, and had to resist the urge to hang up when someone answered. I'm glad I called though, really glad. Sean is an interesting guy. I like talking to him because usually we have actual conversations instead of "Hey" "What's up?" "Nothing. You?" "Nothing." "I'm bored." "Me too." Yeah, those conversations suck.
My dad is going out tonight. I'm used to this though. I just wish he would make me some fucking dinner sometime. I hate cooking for myself every night, because I can't cook! 4/7 days in the week I eat ramen noodles, and I know that cannot be healthy. He's been making me do a lot of chores lately. I had to scrub all the tile floors (my bathroom, the kitchen, and his bathroom) the other day. No, I wasn't mopping, I was on my knees scrubbing. I'm allergic to the cleaner we have, but did he care? NO. A lot of the time it seems like all he cares about is Debbie. I know they're going to get married sooner or later. I prefer later. He spends money on her, he's always doing stuff with her, he cooks for her, he CLEANS for her, he's basically her bitch. It's really sad. I know she probably wants to marry him because he's fooled her into thinking he has money, and he doesn't.
Speaking of parents, I think yesterday was my mother's birthday. I think she's 35 or 36. I don't know for sure. I don't even know where she is.
I cannot wait to move out and live on my own.
I am listening to Ween's The Pod. I really like it. I don't like it as much as The Mollusk or God Ween Satan, but I like it a lot.
My dad just came in here and looked at me and laughed and left. That was kinda weird.
At least I have the place to myself now.
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