Life sucks when your dad is crazy. Point blank.

Reasoning: When you and your brother get yelled at while “incorrectly and inefficiently” pushing a shopping cart around Dillon’s, something is wrong. When, for no apparent reason, you’re the reason your dad didn’t get a lunch break at the hospital, something is wrong.  When you get chewed out for not writing your dad’s bills, something is wrong.

Right now, I just can’t wait to go to college, and get away from my dad’s obsessive controling.

Currently, just thinking about my friends, and how much they care about me is the only reason I haven’t gone beserk. When I get down, I just think of how much fun I had during a horrible school day, and realize that things will get better. Just knowing that whatever situation I’m in, atleast one of my friends, probably more would care enough to talk to me.

Last night my dad tried to outsource my jobless self down to Oklahoma. Great. His cousin (that I don’t even know) is “hurting” because he hasn’t been able to get his farming crop (I think of wheat) in yet. My dad volunteered me, without informing me. That pissed me off. I know summer jobs are hard to come by when it’s the middle of the summer, but I’m not going to be pimped out as cheap farm help. Hell no! Apparently, working my ass off during the school year and getting Summa doesn’t mean that I have any “real world work ethic.” *headesk* Last time I checked, you can’t slack off for one semester out of eight and get Summa! I’m just mad my because my dad has the nerve to suggest that “summa is a whim of an award.” (He didn’t say that, but he’s come close.)

I just hope things get better before I leave for college.

Just to give you a hint, Howie and Juneau appear when I smile. Don’t ask me, but Heather named my dimples.

For starters, my brother and dad are (finally) gone on vacation. Lately my dad has been erking me, so I’m glad that he’s half a nation away right now.

Today was a relaxed day. Despite all the stuff I should be doing (planning eagle ceremony, getting a job, cleaning house), I did nothing until about 4. At that time, I went over to my churh’s parsonidge (sp?) to help the new pastor move boxes. Heavy boxes. Heavy boxes filled with books. After moving all 45 of those boxes from the garage to his office upstairs, Max and guesti-calculated that together, we moved close to 1800 lbs. Just of books! Well, that accomplishment couldn’t go without another round of heavy moving. He had 3 sections of pool table slate rock. Heavy stuff. 1” thick slate rock. Heavy stuff. Guess around 300lbs per chunck.  And that had to go down a flight of stairs into his basement. Ugh. Well, we made it. Nuf said.

And to think, my arms were just starting to feel better from scout camp. Now their bruised and sore from moving heavy stuff.  Oh well. It felt good to go out and be productive.

Well, tis a sad day! I just finished the last full day of high school. Poor lad, I knew him well. But, I still have one final, and one class to goof off in while the other seniors take their final.

To sum up my senior year, it’s been more of a marble cake, with happy moments and moments that are… erm…burnt.  The better things include: Heather, awesome band, having fun, making puns, keeping friends dear, and getting great grades.

As far as I can recal, I didn’t have the best track record for making or keeping friends. High school has been a miricle for me. Not only have I had a steady relationship for 2+ years, I’ve made friends, and kept them. I always know when I have a bad day that someone will be nice and show some compassion for me. (Usually those days occur after an incident w/ my dad…) Yesterday, I was on the edge of breaking down, and several people pitched in to cheer me up. Thanks people!

Grades have been in a continuous swing. I use to worry just about my English and physics grades, and only somewhat my government, but rarely my computer classes and calculus. Somehow, down next to the wire, I was concerned about the opposite: mainly calculus and only somewhat my English. Thankfully, I managed to pull a 91% in English, and a 93 in calc. Government is my last final, and that’s at an 89% going into the final. Hope I get lucky! (Fries said that, if it comes down to it, he’ll bump me up from an 89 to a 90!)

Burnt pieces: family issues, dad, stress, loads of necessary homework, planning ahead, and just other things. I say my dad because, honestly, why can’t he appreciate any of the hard schoolwork that I do day in and day out? Instead, he just notices that I don’t take his trash out or write his checks when it’s my mom’s week. He also bellows at me for not helping Steve when Steve doesn’t want my help! Those are some of the things that have gotten under my skin, and I just want them to END!

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At times, homework seemed unbearable. And as a senior, what did I do to make it “better”? Yes, I procrastinated it, and tried to put it off until I felt like doing it, aka: never. Well, I hope my grades prove that I’m atleast good at doing work at the last minute.

To say the least, I’m excited, sad, and scared. Excited to have graduated high school with great achievements along the way. Sad to see my group of friends go in several directions. Scared to be let loose into the world.

Yum! That’s on the food pyramid of champions.

Today was swim meet #7 for the year. Not to shabby, considering the teams that beat us either: 1) Have kids that swim 24-7-365 or 2) Have more than 3 decent swimmers on their teams. Don’t get me wrong, they deserved to win, but I’d be really MAD at any of them going “YAY! We beat teams that just swim during school season!”

Personally, I did okay. No PR’s, but I really haven’t had a tough practice to work me into shape. I’m really ticked, cause my 100-fly time was EXACTLY the same as it was before! I was glad I reached my pr again, but I really wish it was just slightly faster, but no. Exactly the same. grrr! I was also a hundredth of a second slow for my 200-free relay split. OH well! That’s good enough for me.
City meet is Thursday, and I really want to make 1st team again! I just really want to make it, and not have some other people get lucky and beat me out of it by 1 or 2 points.

Have you ever written a rough draft that, when someone else edited it, made them cry? I almost did. My paper over The Yellow Wallpaper was horrible. Hands down, it’s the worst rough draft I have ever done. Not only did I have a blatant lack of effort, I didn’t even put enough of my own words in there to make it prove any points. I also didn’t have a conclusion, so I didn’t sum up my paper. I just hope I can revise it enough to get an A on it. To be honest, I really don’t think I should be in A.P. English. I’m not an english person. I’m only in it because it’s a weighted class, and I’m going for Suma!

P.S. No one did cry. I just felt like it would, cause if I was handed that….yea.

School so far has been pretty nice to me. Sure, we’ve had our disagreements, but I’m still alive and well.

Band is, well, band. It’s obviously marching season. Yesterday, in class, we watched a video of our friday-night halftime performance. Boy oh boy. Stahly was pointing out all the errors we made. We being the band, not just my section. Thing is, many people laughed when something was pointed out! OMG! You’re laughing because someone else hasn’t learned what they need to, so we are worse as a band than we should be! GAHH! I just hope that the soph’s that haven’t got the picture yet, have most of the numbers colored in right now.

Physics, for whatever reason, isn’t that hard. I know I’ve stressed over the assignments some, realizing that we don’t quite know how to do them when they’re assigned. Class is more of a “check your homework and ask questions” time. Homework is when most of the learning takes place. I kind of like it that way. Most of my class would kill me for saying that, but it’s a different format of class, which adds some variety to my senior year.

Today was Talk Like a Pirate day, if any of you cared (which you should!). My government teacher was on a roll at the end of class! So funny! Honestly, how many times do you get to hear a teacher talk like a pirate, and ENJOY it!? lol

Well, hopefully the rest of the week goes as smoothly as the first half. I just don’t think I’ll enjoy my Gov test on thursday, nor reading Hemingway for english.

Before I end this post, I have to give a *kiss to Heather, who’s had a very stressful time lately. I hope she can see the light at the end of the tunnel, and quickly recover.

Well, unless you live under a rock, or go to a private school, school is starting up for the rest of us.

So far, my schedule consists of:

Band
*AP Government
Visual Basic
C++ (advance)
*AP Calculus
*Honors Physics
*AP English

So, in short: I’m going to be either Swamped or bored. Hopefully the latter. I glad that I have 2 computer classes, cause what I see there is “NO HOMEWORK!” Unless I violate the school’s internet policy, I can’t bring my homework home. I’m not complaining! Not like I’m going to be without homework. Ever.

OMG! The weather around here was SOOOO nice today! It drizzled all last night and all today, so today’s high temp was 83! Way better than triple digits! I almost wanted to go outside and run around my neighborhood. But then I regained my senses. Me? Run? I did however enjoy the weather while I could.

In other news that very few people care about:
My  (now) lvl 57 Barbarian has died a few more times agains unique monsters in Diablo2 LOD. I’m fine against the normal monsters, but the uniques kill me in no time. I guess having 62 stat points and 10 skill points just sitting there, unused, doesn’t help me… maybe I should use those…..but who cares! I’m making progress! If anyone cares, the newest patch really made some monsters TOUGH! Before the patch, I could have walked through these levels, but now, I’m running with my augmented weapons in their holsters! Oh, well. Not that many people out there care. By the way! When is there going to be a Diablo 3? I don’t like the pay to play World of Warcraft out there! It takes away from the roots of computer gaming! Seriously!

I’ve run out of things to talk about. bummer. More to come once schools starts it’s daily grind on my soul / mind / anything else that can be ground-up.