Alright, I'm starting to get incredibly sick of Ken's shit. He called Dirk's brother, Aaron, and started whining about the fact that his third novel rested on me sending him his shit. Aaron even went so far as to call me to relay this to me. I don't care. Ken's novels were always lousy, anyway. The man has no sense of details, has a writing style only an 8-year-old would be envious of, and has really stupid, contrived story lines that contain characters based on his friends. Asshole.
This was after he tried to call me at my house. My mother told him I was busy. She really hates him--I used to stick up for him, but don't really bother anymore. I'm starting to wonder what I ever saw in that whiny jerk. I'm still not sending him his stuff. Think I care if his "novel" (and I use the term loosely) ever gets written, much less published? Ha!
Dirk and I went to the library today. We found a book about government auctions, but no listings of where we can find out when the next auction is. And the book is under "reference" which means we couldn't check the fucking thing out. Guess that means I'll be spending more time than I like at the library.
We took my mother out for dinner. At first, we were going to Carrabas, this expensive Italian place I like. Unfortunately, it was really crowded, with a 55 minute wait. So, we went across the street to Sorrento's, another Italian place. I like the Tiramisu there--it's the only thing I've ever eaten there. The food was bland, even the shrimp scampi, which I would have thought impossible before tonight. And my parents didn't like the Tiramisu, because it didn't taste enough like coffee. As if that's the point. Imagine liking the flavor of coffee.
I had to cut out five minutes after the entrees were served, because I had band practice. That's what I thought, anyway. Turns out, the space wasn't free tonight. We're going to start renting by the month, from 3-7 on Saturday afternoons. So, Dirk and I decided to see a movie. We saw Mercury Rising. It was alright, nothing special, though. I wanted to see Les Miserables, but it was already 9:30, and the next showing was at 10:10, so we decided "screw that". My curfew's at 1, and Springfield (where we were) is a thirty minute drive from my house. Les Mis was supposed to be a two hour and twenty minute flick, so I'd have left the theatre at 12:30, and still had to walk to the car. No way would that have worked.
I think they did the touchy-feely stuff in Mercury Rising. Bruce Willis doesn't have the facial expressions in his repertoire to manage anything other than anger, determination, and fear. Anything else, and his face is blank. How did this guy get to be an actor?
According to my father, dinner came out to be $92.00. Complete rip-off. I know at least 60% of that came from him and my mother. They went wild. And I have to pay half of that.
I'm so glad my cousin's back! We talked a lot during the ride to and from school. Who am I going to get to agree with me when I bitch about Krisco, Dirk, and/or Ken? Who will I feel vaguely superior to? I mean, I may be a fuck-up, but at least I'm not that much of a fuck up. I could survive on my own if I wanted. And who will cook us insanely fattening foods, and stay up ‘til midnight with me to mock Scully and eat all the ice cream? I'm depressed already.