Patience.

I'm amazed I still have it.

Yes, I did in fact end up spending time working in the arcade today with school out and all that, and surprisingly enough, I didn't snap at anyone, wasn't rude to anyone, and didn't feel like I was going to pass out because seven people wanted me to help them at once.

I still hate that place, but I'm glad I still have what it takes to hang tough in it.

In other news, the other people who live here are gone. So gone. And they're not coming back until sometime Sunday. This leaves me with the following weekend options to consider:

1) Proceed as normal. Perhaps spend time with Dave and Vince at Dave's again for J-Sub recordings and such. We could do that up here at the empty house, but we'd be without the various tools we recorded with last time. Possibly watch more anime. Possibly crash. Possibly do stuff with other people instead of, or as well.

2) Go to King's Dominion on Saturday with my mother. If I could come up with two other people to come with us, it wouldn't seem like such a wasted effort, but I feel a bit odd about going to King's Dominion with just my mother. Of course, it would also seem a bit odd to bring friends along to King's Dominion to hang out with my mother. This is not to say that my mother is not cool...if I had a parent to choose between the two, my mother would be the one I'd want to hang out with me and my friends, but still. Of course, Danny and his girlfriend will be there, but the thing is...they'll probably end up disappearing or something. The other side to this is that my father, his girlfriend, and the girlfriend's daughter will be in the park on the same day.

This is bad. Running into them could end up resulting in an episode in the middle of the park, or me coming back home to hostility when they return. I don't really care about the second so much as the first.

It's also good, because it would be kind of funny if me and some friends came across them in the park, and we were all hanging out with my mother. That would be pretty funny.

3) Do nothing. Just sit here and enjoy the fact that I can do anything I want, as loudly as I want, and for a few days not worry about someone keeping me up at night or making a big deal out of nothing.

4) Perhaps work with the first one. Dave and Vince, or other people come up for good times in empty house, and then stay if they want, or leave if they want. Whatever, but at least I'll be doing something, and I'll still get to enjoy the house.

There are other options, of course.

What it all boils down to is this: I need to not be here Sunday. I'm sure when they get back, they're going to want to do some gay Easter dinner nonsense. Let me just make this clear -- Easter is nothing to me. It has no meaning, because I don't follow any of the religions that make a big fuss over it. I have to deal with these people on an everyday basis in the house; the last thing I need is yet another lame ass 'family' gettogether that will consist of me, my dad, his girlfriend, her daughter and her annoying noisy friends, and various members of the girlfriend's family whose names I'll never remember and basically amount to not a damned thing in my memory.

Ok. So maybe we'll work something together for Sunday, people? Either that, or I'll just bail and go to my mother's house, and then tell everyone I was at Dave's, or Roger's, or something.

~Don

Nonjustice.

Here's the problem I have with my father and to a lesser extent, his girlfriend. It boils down to something simple really, and I actually even pointed this out during the last big argument we all had a few weeks ago. You can't talk to him at all, without him changing the subject to whatever he feels like huffing at you about.

For example, he's still on this kick about me not having insurance, and he loves to constantly say things like "I'm worried about you not having insurance" or "You need to have insurance," or even better "I don't think you understand what not having insurance means."

For the record, I do believe that means that I, in fact, do not have insurance. And that I need it, because if something bad happens, I'm going to be in a lot of financial trouble. Let's just be clear on this, once and for all: I fully understand my situation.

I do not like to be harped on. I don't mind a little help in the job search. You know, all these want ads you keep seeing, Dad? How come you're not passing them on to me? Seriously, the man can't even bring the paper he buys home at night.

Harping on someone like he does makes you feel like you're coming home from third grade or something. I'm old enough to hold a mature conversation with anyone; it's something I do quite often with pretty much everyone except him. He complains, however, that I seem to not want to talk to anyone in this house, and he's completely and utterly right.

He, for one, both harps and changes the nature of any conversation. For example, when I was up here Sunday night and he came to say goodnight, I showed him the J-Sub pics, and for a moment he seemed interested about what we all did this weekend. Before you know it, the insurance thing came up out of his mouth, and I just stopped talking.

Yesterday at the dinner table I revealed that I was going to be getting a passport because the visit to Japan in the next year or so is starting to look like a reality. Knowing how I want to go there, you'd think such news would be happy or something to them. But in less than three sentences, he changed the subject to having insurance again.

Enough is enough. If you're not going to talk to me like a human being, I'm not going to waste my time talking to you at all. And he wants to know if I want to go to Busch Gardens or something this weekend. Yeah. I'm busy. Doing what? Uh...yeah, going to a concert and band rehearsal and other stuff. Whatever.

Mara doesn't pay attention to you when you talk. Anything you say basically just passes right through that air filled head of hers.

Her daughter is still completely annoying, and I've taken to muttering things like "Help me" in Japanese whenever she speaks at the dinner table. I don't want to get into another stepsister rant though, because I'm sure she'll do something over the next few days that will be much more interested to rant about.

But yes. People ask why I have such hostile feelings towards my father and everyone here, and those are a start. The guy has never bothered to take any interest in anything I've liked, but fully expects that I drop everything I'm doing to go watch football games when the NFL starts up, or that I should just come home early from wherever it is I happen to be so I can watch like...the Fast and the Furious or some crap.

Yeah. You know what? When you sit through like...FLCL or something with me, then we'll talk.

~Don

Tired-o.

Hey, here's one of those nights where I'd love to describe the great justice that occured this weekend, or talk about pertinent issues or something. But, as it turns out, my brain is gone. Or rather, my brain has gone to sleep, while the rest of me is still running on a twentieth of a tank of gas or whatever.

Good times, though.
~Don

Yamite!

It's been a few days. The strange acidic feeling in my stomach has subsided somewhat, although I can still feel my insides burn just a little bit, particularly when I eat the more dry foods. However, I seem to be overcoming whatever it was slowly. I wonder if it was food poisoning or something? Whatever it was/is, I'm sure I can beat it if I just keep going. It doesn't always bother me when I work, it seems, so maybe it's a symptom of intense boredom. I doubt it's that simple though. It never is.

Before getting any further, feel free to note that I've added two links. One is a link to Poisonwind.com, which is a new comic that Vince revealed to me that I quite enjoyed. Unfortunately it's not finished yet, but it's cool nonetheless. Also added was the website for Bands for Benefit, which is a rocking punk/ska/rock/etc show that I was a part of last year as well as this year. It's a little while away, but keep the show in mind for this summer...and make a donation, since that's what it's all about. Well that, and things like good times.

In other news, life is pretty much the same with much less money. I still very much hate my stepsister (Psst, wanna know a secret? Between you and me? Tonight, when she was outside ringing the doorbell for twenty minutes in the cold because she still hasn't gotten her house key back, I so wasn't asleep. Just making her suffer as payback for all the hell this girl puts me through. JUSTICE! Heh.)

I've also decided to bring more justice for all the nights she keeps me up until 3 AM when I have to work the next day. This is accomplished by putting her through the exact same thing her and her friends do to me, except I wake them up instead of keeping them awake. Very simply, when I'm eating breakfast I often watch Sportscenter....so from now on, instead of turning it down, I just leave the volume on the high level she leaves it on when she goes to bed ... or I turn it up louder, and let it reverberate throughout the house. Since Dad and his girlfriend are always gone before I eat breakfast, this works really well...because I'm only disturbing her.

Hey, I warned them that if they didn't start doing something about the noise level her and her friends reach when they stay here late at night that I was going to do something if things weren't rectified. They barely listen to me, but if Lisa had a problem with me, I guarantee I'd hear about it constantly. Still, it's not like I didn't give them a chance to handle things the mature way. I tried it, and I'm still staring at the ceiling at three AM when I go to bed at midnight.

Miles' suggestion was to start unplugging the DVD player from the TV between the time Dad and girlfriend go to bed and the time that Lisa brings the motards over. A good suggestion if such a time existed, but it's very difficult to plan.

I could systematically destroy them. Or simply move out. My mother still doesn't seem to be horribly opposed to me living with her, so long as I kept clean and quiet, which I do pretty well for people that I actually like. Drawback to that would be me being farther from places like Dave's....but it wouldn't be any further from Westminster than I am now (possibly even closer), so it's still in consideration.

I'm looking forward to the possibility of 'house sitting' with Vince when Dave goes away in April. Unfortunately, the days aren't coming quickly enough. Someone break me out of this hell.

~Don

Vomit.

I haven't yet, but I feel like I should force myself to do so. I have that awkward sort of mid-vomit feeling in my throat right now, and have had it for the past several hours. It's probably so nasty because of all the dry and salty type stuff I've eaten today, namely crackers and pretzels. My appetite has pretty much shrunk to nothing since last night.

I'm still not entirely sure what it was last night that caused me to feel so revolting all of the sudden. The feeling was literally so bad that I almost immediately turned to Vince when Zoolander ended and told him to get ready to go. He was still burning some stuff to CD at the time, so I had to wait a bit, but at the earliest possible moment we took off.

I believe I said it in my LJ earlier today. It was quite possibly the longest drive home ever. I suspect it was the Sausage, Egg, and Cheese biscuit I bought at 7-Eleven on the way down (the one marked Bacon, Egg, and Cheese, I might add, because I'm not much for spicy food anyway). It could also have been the pizza we had at Dave's, even though I peeled pretty much everything off it except for the cheese.

What can I say? I'm a plain guy. We had some strange type of rice for dinner here the other night, and although the taste was...acceptable, I couldn't help but look at it and wish it was just regular white rice with a bit of butter. I don't need all those spices and stuff, just give me the rice.

In any case, I loathe feeling the way I did today and last night, but it's better for that to happen on the weekend than for it to happen while I'm at work and unable to do much about it. I have a feeling that I'll be toting a bottle of Pepto to work with me tomorrow, but hopefully I'll be wrong.

It hurts, but the Ayumi Hamasaki music pounding in my computer headphones is helping to null the sensatiion somewhat.

In other news, very little has happened as of late, which probably explains the lack of entries lately. I tend to write a lot more here than I do in my LJ, but even then, the quality of the entries in the blog went from being somewhat insightful a few months ago to mostly just rants about my day. Kind of boring, I suppose.

Maybe I'll have some genius string of thought soon.

~Don

Just When You Thought It Was Safe.

Just when you thought it was safe, and maybe there was some shred of recovery from my utter hatred of my stepsister, here it is past one'o'clock in the morning, and they're downstairs watching some music DVD with the freaking surround sound pulsing. Whatever it is, it's nothing but a constant pulsing beat, and it's driving me mad. I was just about to call it a night. My eyes are killing me from playing games and sitting at this thing all day, and I'm ready to sleep.

Guess I should throw that idea down the crapper, eh? I don't know if anyone's up, but they're getting loud Siam Shade until I feel like either going to bed and hoping I'll be tired enough to fall asleep throughout the racket, or until they decide to turn the thing down and/or go to sleep, or I go down there and slash straight through every wire to every speaker I can find.

In other news, nothing happened today. I strained a bit on RPGMaker 2K, but I hit a wall pretty quick and decided to not continue any further. I was working on my crappy map in a vain attempt to create a new event, one which the main character would walk forward, prompting a comment from a mysterious being, and the being was to approach the main character and stop right in front of him. Conversation would occur, and then a battle would ensue.

I still can't figure out how to lock the main character's movement, however. I have no doubt that I could script the coding for the rest of it, but I haven't figured out how to make him stand there. That, and I'd also like to find a way to keep the mysterious being from moving until the trigger is hit by the main character, which I'm sure is fairly easy.

Between that and wondering how to use two different chip sets in one map, I got a headache. Suikoden II spared me from that, more or less, and I nearly rewatched the three episodes of Love Hina that are sitting here, but ended up not doing so.

I don't know. I feel kind of funny; maybe I have the ability to sleep after all. I guess I'll find out.

~Don

More Tomorrow.

I don't feel like I have anything to write tonight.

~Don

Sleep.

As in, I should already be there.

Damn you, RPG Maker 2000! Damn you to hell!

Good times. More tomorrow.

~Don

I Hate Girls.

Warning: Angry rant coming. ph33r. Let it be known that the subjects of this rant are not defined by age or something, but by maturity. We're not talking about women here, we're talking about girls.

I hate girls. Not women. Women, to me, are the mature form of the annoyance I'm putting up right now that maybe someday she'll blossom into, but probably not. And even if this one does, I'm not going to give a shit.

I can't stand girls like you. Let's make it clear. You do your little rave thing because it's the 'in' thing to do. You do art, but you do shitty art, the kind that people of my age and older...our parents did that when they were 18 and they were smoking bowls at communes listening to some goofy hippie peace shit. You talk about how art and music mean so much to you, how you feel it in your soul, how the sparkles fly from your lame ass fairy wings or whatever.

You don't know what the fuck you're talking about. Music reaches you on some deep level that no one understands; it 'speaks' to you. But only music of one genre? So wait, the music you listen to is deep and has meaning, but the rest of the music out there doesn't? What? Oh, I see. You only feel the music if it sounds a certain way and it's performed in a certain language.

Guess what? That's bullshit. You're bullshit. Your entire existence is bullshit.

I hate the way you all walk around on the phone at all hours of the day talking and squealing like a toddler at her first visit to Disney World, how you get really upset over the stupidest fucking things. OH GOD, that boy is SO CUTE. MY HAIR IS SO FRILLY! TEE HEE HEE. Jesus christ. Are you so self absorbed that you can make such a big goddamned deal about such piddly-shit? Does the outside world not affect you at all? And here my father and stepmother get on me for not wanting to spend more time outside of my room?

You have your friends over late at night and you talk so loud that anyone awake in the entire goddamned house has to listen to your conversation, and then you'd probably complain if you found out they were 'listening in.' No no. It's your house, so you can be as loud, fat, and fucking disgusting as you want. You can leave your shit all over the bathroom floor, make a mess and expect others to do dishes for you, and then when someone does something as simple as calling your name, you scream "WHAAAT?!" at the top of your lungs like you curling your hair is so goddamned important that you can't stop for a moment just to listen to what someone has to say.

And your friends? Just as loud and obnoxious. I'm sorry that so and so said that you had big hips or that the latest issue of Cosmopolitan makes you believe that you're too fat for anyone to ever love you. OH GOD, I BOUGHT THE COOLEST JEANS TODAY.

They're jeans. Jesus christ. You wear them. They're made of some combination of materials and fabrics or whatever. What the fuck difference does it make?

In any case, I hate you because you're loud. No one needs to be that loud for no reason; save your breath for an argument or something. Hey, you know something, you whiny little bitch? You fail at school because of two reasons: A- you're a fucking moron, and B- you don't put forth any effort into anything you do unless it's related to sitting on your ass or going to raves.

Even I make more effort than that. Try working a job 40 hours a week and going to school. I did it before, and if I find a place to take the right classes, I'll do it again. And you know what? Here's the thing. I'm no genius, but I guarantee I won't flunk out of it or struggle through it.

You don't struggle through it because you're stupid, you struggle through it because you're a fat, repulsive, ugly, disgusting, lazy fucking slob of a girl.

Yeah. I'm sick of her and her giggly friends. Grow up. You wouldn't be laughing so much if you experienced reality once in awhile, but I guess the drugs and the booze help you completely ignore all of that. You make me sick. Go ahead. Keep being noisy night in and night out and keeping me up. Then I'll start playing hardball.

Since Dad and Mara seem to sleep pretty well, I'll just wait until they're out for the night...and then I'll turn all my shit up really loud. Or maybe I'll start waking up at 4 AM and practicing sword techniques outside your door, doing the anime thing and screaming attack names as I do them.

You know something? Just because you like to sleep until 3 in the goddamned afternoon doesn't mean the rest of us want to. What am I going to do when I start working full-time again, look for a job that doesn't start until 11? Please. I'm a day person. I want a job where I go in at 7, 8, or 9 and I get out around 5.

Clearly, that's not going to work.

Summary: I hate girls. Women kick ass. Girls? Not in my house, pal.

I don't have the energy to write any more about this. But I'm damned close to just saying in a nice voice: "Hey...Lisa?" and when she says "yeah?"

My voice will get nice and evil and loud. "Shut the fuck up."

No sleep makes Don cranky.

~Don

Justice.

I need a CD burner, because I've been downloading more Siam Shade songs. Not that I have a CD player in my car to play them in, but I'd still like to have the songs on a CD and not just on my PC. I don't really know what else I'm going to write about here today for now, so I think I'll be back for a second entry later tonight.

I'm sure today's going to end up having something stupid happening anyway, and then I'll have plenty to complain about. Such is the nature of living here, you know.

~Don

Skillz

I realized when typing my HotJobs resume the other night that I'm actually a pretty valuable employee, despite my habit of not taking things seriously. There are a lot of people in this world, but not all of them have work ethics like mine, apparently. I have this intense need to involve myself in as many facets of my workplace as possible.

For example, when I started at Weis, my roles were pretty simple. Clean up stuff, put out stuff, pull stuff off trucks, be nice. I managed to push my way into getting someone to teach me to run register, and eventually received training in the inventory, ordering of stock, and receiving shipments in the backroom. A few times I even helped out with Emily and others at the front desk; in fact, if I were still there, I have no doubts that I would be some kind of manager there now.

Same with arcade manager. Sooner or later I needed to expand the role that others had given me. Sure, I could clean, and sit behind the counter all day, but I taught myself (for the most part) how to do all the other paperwork and ordering sheets, managed to assist Diana in Collection (which I can basically do myself), learned to work in the music side, and I toyed around with the machines and followed Dennis and Steve around enough to learn basic electronic repair.

I can't fix everything, but I'm neither embarrassed, boasting, nor lying when I say that there's not a single person in that store who can do that job even half as good as I did it. My customer service skills went to crap after several months, but I still partially blame that on two things: working with Andy, and working in an environment where Diana rarely bothered to look.

I feel a bit badly for her now, because I see just how much my leaving must have hit them all. She actually has to go over there now, where before I left, or Ron left, or whoever...the place was basically always under control. She never needed to stick her nose anywhere but collection, and now she has to learn everything that I know. Still, there's really not much I can do about it. I keep offering to train whoever she hires to fill the space, but the space hasn't yet been filled.

I'm certainly not going to wait there forever.

In other news, I still want a girlfriend and my own place and to finish studying japanese and to go to Japan and stuff. But unlike years ago, where I thought these things could never happen...I'm convinced that I can do anything I want. It's not like I don't have the time. It's just a matter of studying and working hard so I can get paid good money.

I really loathe money, but I have no choice but to work for it. I'd love to be rich, so I would be able to work at a job I really liked, instead of having to take a job merely to keep ahead in bills or something. I have a feeling that's going to happen.

But even then, with good friends and a strong heart, that can be overcome to.

~Don

Don't Get Me Wrong...

...I love my blog. It's so homely now. My new Livejournal, which can be found at this site, is more for posting on my friends Livejournals and such, so they don't have to go out of their way to come here.

Yes, I know it's so difficult to type in a new web address or click on a link. I do, really. But in any case, a few of my friends are on Livejournal, so it's easier to use that alongside of this. Particularly since I can do so for free.

Granted, I'm a bit afraid that I'll neglect my good old blog, but my theory is this--all my really good entries are archived here, and blogger is far easier to work into a website than LJ's client, or so I hear. That makes this blog far more versatile if I ever decide to learn how to make a webpage, or if someone makes one for me.

In any case, today was another dull day. I gained a few new embles in Sonic Adventure 2, and I also imported a baby silver Chao from Sonic Adventure to raise. Even though it's pretty run-of-the-mill, I really enjoy raising Chao, for some reason. Unfortunately, some of them hate certain characters due to accidents caused by poor control planning on the part of the design team, but what are you going to do?

Oh, one of them is like...manic depressive, and walks around with this sad look in it's eyes, and occasionally breaks into fits of tears. It's sad, but cute in some way or another. That one turned out to 'evolve' into a green Chao; I guess that had something to do with it irritating me and me kicking it several times with Rouge. Still, I didn't know it would make him green. At least he's different.

The Chao doctor says "You shouldn't cry so much, or others will make fun of you!" Thanks, Chao doctor. Poor Chao.

~Don

Whoa! Are you...Blue Lightning Flik?!"

Today I managed to complete one of those online resumes from Hotjobs. The search ended on a decent note, as I found a job open in Frederick that looks like it could be right up my alley, but it wasn't nearly as good as the first job I found.

The job was for some company that apparently sends people to live in Japan for one year so that they can teach english conversation classes to the Japanese. They supply you with the place and job with a decent salary, you pay a small rent to live there, and then you get some kind of bonus at the end of the year. Even further, speaking Japanese apparently was not a requirement for the opportunity, so much as a bonus. I nearly passed out with excitement until I read one other thing:

"BA/BS degree required in any major."

My heart sank. The degree can be in anything? What sort of requirement is that? I've been writing for years and speaking english all my life, and have been waiting desperately for the right opportunity to travel and live in Japan. This would have been absolutely perfect. One year in Japan probably would have provided enough experience to really get the language down for me, and I'd have the ability to come back. The prices were low because I'd be working for a company that supplied a place to live and such.

Seriously, what a crock. What's the point of having a degree requirement if it can be in any field? Hell, I should go get my degree in like...playing timpani for the college orchestra or something and get on my way.

I've even thought about being a teacher anyway, so what better place for it? Great Teacher Onidzuka (or whatever), Great Teacher Largo...

Great Teacher Don. Bringing the ruckus.

I may go and apply for the job anyway, since you have to write an essay. Maybe I can convince them to waive the silly requirement just by demonstrating how much I really want to do this. Probably not, but I think if I don't at least try to find it and go for it, I'll be even more disappointed.

~Don

Schtoltenheim Reinbach III.

Today could have been worse. It started out auspiciously with the presence of Diana when Crystal was supposed to be the one working. Fortunately, I seem to be one of the few that is on Diana's good side, so while this might bode horribly for other employees, it very rarely makes a difference for me. Truth be told, we get along pretty well. Maybe that's because we see eye-to-eye on a lot of things, or maybe that's just because I rule or something. Or maybe it's just some kind of cosmic thing that no one is meant to understand.

In any case, I stayed an extra hour so she could leave early. This worked well because I'm two hours under what I was previously working already due to budget cuts, and Diana had a bunch of things to do, and I'm certain Matt wanted to spend as little time with her as possible. I was supposed to stay until six actually, but the one known as Brandon came in early. On the way out, I ran into former BWF superstar Bryce, who I talked to for awhile. Despite the crazyness he and his friends get into, when he's not...on stuff, he's a pretty normal guy. In fact, he seemed much more mature than I remember him to be. Unfortunately, I think Dad and Mara really don't like him, so even though he can drive now I can't see him coming up here too soon unless I have some kind of party.

Other than that? Suikoden II and related materials after work. I'm pretty tired tonight. Tomorrow or Thursday I need to force myself to do some kind of job hunting, or at least go out so I can say that I'm spending the time job hunting.

I honestly don't believe I'll find much driving around in my car besides fast food and retail jobs, which is exactly why I haven't gone out to search for them. Rather, I've used informational media as my primary search media (translation: internet sites and newspapers). Truth be told, I haven't really done much searching lately, but I think I was about to start anyway even before all the nonsense that took place here on Sunday night. The past few weeks I've noticed that I'm barely retaining any money from my work.

Things like new Kenshin DVDs and Katsucon are partially to blame, and when I look at how little I've saved in the past few weeks, it's a bit depressing. Then though, I remind myself that I have to eat and pay for gas, so that's part of the money right there. I also remind myself how much money I'd have used from my bank accounts if I didn't have at least some form of income coming in.

Unfortunately, I just don't feel like it's enough. I need to make more money somehow or another, and hopefully I can do so without getting another job in retail. I can get a decent retail job with almost no effort, I bet, with my four years experience in customer service and manual labor and my year and a half or so of management experience.

It's just not what I want.

But maybe I should take a retail job for awhile. Something with flexible scheduling, so I can still have fun, or schedule a class or two if I ever find a place for Japanese...or if I decide to get some computer training. Or something.

Eh. Too much thinking for this hour...sleep now.

~Don

Sellout.

I'm thinking of selling out to the evils of Livejournal. Don't get me wrong, this blog is going to get priority still for the actual real writing, but pretty much all of my friends have one and I want to be a part of the cool crowd. It's all sort of in the air right now (sort of like my living situation, which I still don't feel like getting into again), but maybe I'll get one, and maybe I won't.

I also feel the need to possibly undertake a major writing project soon, merely to prove to myself that I'm still capable of doing so. The approach will be different this time however, because I'm thinking I may be better off creating the fantasy world first instead of trying to come up with a plot and characters.

If the world I create for the story is good enough, I think simply having that will almost create a story itself.

Possibly.

In any case, I think I might play a little Dark Ages, even though playing video games after work isn't good for my health and it's made me a bad person. Yeah.

~Don

Roommate Needed Immediately

I'm going to wait a few days before deciding to move from the Hippy Happy Family House here and with my mother to see if there's anyone out there who wants to get a place with me. I don't want to take my old job back, but I will to pay rent.

I'm not dealing with this.

I refuse to be what they want me to be. That's not how it works.

Apparently I have to go to Community College or a real college to study Japanese, because my plan to learn it on my own by studying and going to the country itself is apparently ludicrous. No, the smart way would be to spend several grand and waste tons of time by taking japanese classes and several dozen other credits worth of things I don't need.

Ok.

Whatever.

Maybe I'll get lucky and die so I don't have to deal with this nonsense.

I don't really mean that. Sarcasm.

~Don

Rainy Saturday Owns

So does Siam Shade.

I'm a bit miffed. Here I am, waiting for all of them to come back from their stupid trip to the Aquarium of all places, because I know that the father, mother, and stepsister are going somewhere to meet up with the stepbrother. Here I am thinking that my brother is going to stay here and hang out when they leave (because that's what he said he was doing) and now it turns out that he's decided to go to this lamefest too.

Christ. Here's to hanging out with him. It sucks, because when the father and them are around it's very difficult to simply have a good time, so I was really looking forward to this today. Instead, my brother says "Well I'll be here all day tomorrow."

Yeah. Woohoo. Great. Maybe we can play some goddamned Parcheesi and eat Macaroni and Cheese, and then we can watch "the DVD that's both fast and furious," and talk about how we wish for world peace, or some garbage like that.

Ah well. Though I don't to hang with my brother, this means I get the house all to myself for a few hours, which means I get to blast some music or games or something.

Yeah. Still, it kind of sucks.

~Don