Sunday, November 07, 2004
A Weekend Home
The road trip home was as good as could be expected. It was a lot of fun hanging out with Jen. I haven't really ever spoken to her or hung out with her when she and seth were together. I saw her occasionally, but that's about it. She came out with me Jekyl and Hyde's. I let her know I was heading home and she wanted a ride. She's the kind of girl that gets homesick.
Me, I hate home. Coming home really reminded me of that.
Anyway, we listened to tunes off my iPod and talked for the ride. My back was killing me because I have bad posture, and my carseat sucks ass, period. I was impressed by my car; new tires, change of oil and air filter, and the machine really performed. We made great time.
Best moment: "Jen, can you grab my red bull for me?"
Jen gives me a dirty look. I suddenly realize the innuendo.
"I mean the one under your seat."
Laughter ensues.
Jen and I are both bad farters, too. A lot of ass was ripped while we sped down route 80, playing chicken with passing trucks.
Scariest Moment Ever: Some Trucker didn't check his mirrors before deciding to try passing the truck in front of him. We were in left lane, just behind his cab. He kept getting closer and closer. I swerve off onto the shoulder and flash my lights a couple of times. He realizes we're there and swerves back into his lane.
At times like that, I wish my horn worked.
Home was boring, except for Saturday night. Basically I did the things I could, considering I don't really have any control over the family situation. I listened to everyone. Said hello. Tried to get some of their cleaning done for them.
Saturday night was good. I saw Casper, Brian, and Mel. And Pixie and Jamie. I hadn't seen those soapboxers in ages. Its always good to see old friends getting along. It felt like the good old times. We gossiped about Purcell, Colgan, Don and Keelan. But don't tell them we were talking about them behind their backs. You know how that crybaby Keelan is such a total bitch when he gets all worked up. :)
Sunday my dad tried to stop me taking away some of his useless book collection. I was going to place them on half.com or amazon's used book sales and sell them. Its not like he needs all 5 copies of "Mac OS X for Dummies" and "Flat Screen iMacs for Dummies". Especially since he runs OS 9. Not 10, 9. 9 like the german word for No. He claims he's going to sell them, but I know better. He doesn't have DSL. He's already swamped with email. If he doesn't sell online, he won't get the best price. Or the best volumne. So they won't sell and all those books are going to sit there collecting dust until he's six feet under and the only thing left to do with them is BURN THEM FOR FUEL.
When he succeeded in stopping me, I just drove off. So many decisions in his life are made to the point where they cannot be unamde. I can't fix him. All he can be for me is what he was most of my life: A warning of what was to come unless you did everything in your power to counter that descent into loserdom.
That's why I went for Engineering. Average age for an engineer in the field today: 55. In 10 years, I will be naming my price. Hopefully before that, even. But needless to say, I'm going to spend a lot more time cleaning. Getting rid of older things I don't need. And not being an inflexible son of a bitch.
In other words, my self worth depreciated to almost nothing just by seeing close family. So its time to start throwing myself into my job. And making the right decisions financially. And really thinking about the MBA versus Grad School.
And it really makes me want to swear off marriage and kids. And small towns.
The drive back was nice. Jen calmed me down a little. Or at least, took my mind off the fuming anger and depression that results from anytime spent in proximity to anyone sharing my DNA. We stopped at a King's (where I rule) on Jen's advice. Our waitress was wearing a Stiller's Jersey. I asked who won -- Eagles or Steelers. Turns out, the Steeler's won. I screamed "FUCK YEAH!" at the top of my lungs.
My waitress looked at me and said, "Good Choice of words. I wish I could say that at work when the Steelers win."
Fuck yea.
Dropped Jen off, helped her unpack, then stopped by Erin's to see that she got her belly button pierced. It looks good.
Work is starting to get exciting. So now I must sleep.
Me, I hate home. Coming home really reminded me of that.
Anyway, we listened to tunes off my iPod and talked for the ride. My back was killing me because I have bad posture, and my carseat sucks ass, period. I was impressed by my car; new tires, change of oil and air filter, and the machine really performed. We made great time.
Best moment: "Jen, can you grab my red bull for me?"
Jen gives me a dirty look. I suddenly realize the innuendo.
"I mean the one under your seat."
Laughter ensues.
Jen and I are both bad farters, too. A lot of ass was ripped while we sped down route 80, playing chicken with passing trucks.
Scariest Moment Ever: Some Trucker didn't check his mirrors before deciding to try passing the truck in front of him. We were in left lane, just behind his cab. He kept getting closer and closer. I swerve off onto the shoulder and flash my lights a couple of times. He realizes we're there and swerves back into his lane.
At times like that, I wish my horn worked.
Home was boring, except for Saturday night. Basically I did the things I could, considering I don't really have any control over the family situation. I listened to everyone. Said hello. Tried to get some of their cleaning done for them.
Saturday night was good. I saw Casper, Brian, and Mel. And Pixie and Jamie. I hadn't seen those soapboxers in ages. Its always good to see old friends getting along. It felt like the good old times. We gossiped about Purcell, Colgan, Don and Keelan. But don't tell them we were talking about them behind their backs. You know how that crybaby Keelan is such a total bitch when he gets all worked up. :)
Sunday my dad tried to stop me taking away some of his useless book collection. I was going to place them on half.com or amazon's used book sales and sell them. Its not like he needs all 5 copies of "Mac OS X for Dummies" and "Flat Screen iMacs for Dummies". Especially since he runs OS 9. Not 10, 9. 9 like the german word for No. He claims he's going to sell them, but I know better. He doesn't have DSL. He's already swamped with email. If he doesn't sell online, he won't get the best price. Or the best volumne. So they won't sell and all those books are going to sit there collecting dust until he's six feet under and the only thing left to do with them is BURN THEM FOR FUEL.
When he succeeded in stopping me, I just drove off. So many decisions in his life are made to the point where they cannot be unamde. I can't fix him. All he can be for me is what he was most of my life: A warning of what was to come unless you did everything in your power to counter that descent into loserdom.
That's why I went for Engineering. Average age for an engineer in the field today: 55. In 10 years, I will be naming my price. Hopefully before that, even. But needless to say, I'm going to spend a lot more time cleaning. Getting rid of older things I don't need. And not being an inflexible son of a bitch.
In other words, my self worth depreciated to almost nothing just by seeing close family. So its time to start throwing myself into my job. And making the right decisions financially. And really thinking about the MBA versus Grad School.
And it really makes me want to swear off marriage and kids. And small towns.
The drive back was nice. Jen calmed me down a little. Or at least, took my mind off the fuming anger and depression that results from anytime spent in proximity to anyone sharing my DNA. We stopped at a King's (where I rule) on Jen's advice. Our waitress was wearing a Stiller's Jersey. I asked who won -- Eagles or Steelers. Turns out, the Steeler's won. I screamed "FUCK YEAH!" at the top of my lungs.
My waitress looked at me and said, "Good Choice of words. I wish I could say that at work when the Steelers win."
Fuck yea.
Dropped Jen off, helped her unpack, then stopped by Erin's to see that she got her belly button pierced. It looks good.
Work is starting to get exciting. So now I must sleep.
