Wow, I've been having a serious attitude problem lately. I really wanted to bitch about the three wyrd sisters (aka: those goth losers who think they can write poetry), but I'm not. I am transforming myself into a kinder, gentler Agent Skatter. Let me just say...I torture myself with their journals every day.
Some other winner left his/her mark on my guestbook. What's the matter, don't like my attitude? I'll admit it's been a bit abrasive these last few days. Stress does that (my ongoing excuse). Anyway, these cowards never want to leave their URL or anything else for that matter. If you've got a problem with what I say, e-mail me. The link's on the bottom of my page. Not too hard. I'll probably have to get a new guestbook anyway, since guestworld wants to charge a dollar a month. Not a lot, but I don't feel like paying them, when I can go over to dreambook just as easily.
I was woken up at the ungodly hour of 7:30 (on my off days, anything before 10:30 is ungodly) to bring my father to the rental car place. He's going to Norfolk for two weeks!!! This means I only have to deal with my mother...which, admittedly, can be far, far worse. I helped him load his luggage into the minivan he rented, and managed to completely smash my finger in the process. I waved happily when he left, then promptly went to wake up Dirk and bring him over to my house.
We napped until about 2 p.m., then got up, e-mailed people, and I cooked pasta to go with the leftover curried chicken. Niether Dirk nor I was feeling well, so we took it easy all day.
In regards to Katie's party last year, I brought it up to Dirk (not my feelings, just the incident) and asked him what he thought about it, nearly a year later. His response? "We weren't dating then." Good enough, I suppose, if a little cold. I guess he doesn't really want to remember it. Can't blame him--there's a lot of things I'd forget if I could.
I meant to finish my Accounting final this afternoon, but I got caught up in the Internet. This means I'm not getting any sleep tonight, because I have to finish this final. Most professors don't care if you live or die....I would be a fool not to make the most of this second chance.
We went to go see Charlie tonight, but no-one was home. Odd...do you suppose he's trying to get out of being in the band? I'd hope that he could be straightforward in his rejection, at the very least. Dirk got really, really sick. I'm worried about him--I hope this is nothing more serious than a passing virus. He doesn't have any form of medical coverage.
Well, now that I've calmed down again, I really need to work on my problem with forgiving people. It's got to stop, this fucked-up catch-22. There's no need for it. Remembe: kinder and gentler. Hope I can manage it. If you can believe it, I've mellowed out a great deal in the past year or so. I used to be much worse.
Nothing's going on right now. I hope it stays that way, at least for a little while.