usmcsis's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- saturday night update so this is my last entry for the month of july. it seems like the days are just flying by. christmas is just around the corner. we'll have christmas set at work on halloween night. and then, next thing you know, it's another year already. anyway, so i'm almost finished with this book that sucks. i so do not recommend this book. it's taken me over two weeks to read it. i should have been able to read this book in a few hours. it just sucks so friggin bad. anyway, so i rode out to gardenrigdge with the folks today. a car trip with my parents is never a fun event. today was no exception. it's been a few years since the last time they went out there so of course they had both forgotten how to get there. so after riding around for like two hours, most of which i slept through, i finally picked up my cell phone and called information and called the damn store and asked for directions. now both of my parents have cell phones. they get x amount of minutes every month and they never ever even come close to using all of their minutes. i on the other hand, use a pre-paid cell phone. i pay thirty dollars for 100 minutes. i try to use my phone as little as possible. so why didn't one of them use their cell phone to call? because neither of them even thought of doing it. duh. anyway, so we get there and of course as soon as we do, my dad starts to feel bad. i feel so damn selfish. i know he's sick and i know he's weak and i know he can't overexert himself. but everytime we go somewhere he gets sick or starts to feel bad and my mom and i miss out on what we wanted to do. i told you it sounds selfish. it's not that i didn't want him to go. i did. but my mom and i can walk around gardenridge for two or three hours and still not look at everything we want to. with him there, we were there less than an hour, after spending over two hours trying to get there, btw, this place is like 30 or 45 minutes from our house. and we just kind of glanced around. he insulted everything either of us liked and bought the most hideous oil jar i've ever seen. i'm just stressed i guess. everytime i go to leave the house he says where you going, when you coming home blah blah blah. i'm friggin 28 years old. i do not have to tell you every time i want to leave the house. and if i decide i want to go to the store at say ten at night and by a slurpee for me and my mom or get a drink or something he's all like, don't you have drink in the refridgerator? he just doesn't want me to leave the house. i can't stand it. mainly i want to go to the store or somewhere so i can have a friggin cigarette. which he knows, which is probably why he tries so hard to get me not to go. but then, he's been stealing my cigs from me anyway. it'd be nice if he'd offer to buy me a pack sometime. anyway, i don't know when i got all grouchy but i'm feeling it all of a sudden. i'm just tired i guess. i didn't sleep well last night and trying to take a nap in the truck isn't all that comfortable. so i'm going to bed. have a good night all. toodles. 11:28 pm - 31 Jul 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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