My mother called two nights ago while I was still at scholar's bowl practice. She told Bobby that she'd made some of my favorite food and if I wanted any I should come get some. I don't think I'll be eating your food any more, mother, because I'm half afraid you'll try to poison me or something. You've not proven to be the most reliable person of late, trying to talk Bobby into kicking me out and saying you don't care if I have to quit school, you know. In fact, I don't think I even want to see your stupid face again for a good long while. There's only so much I can take, and I am absolutely sick of being backstabbed, and from my own family...that just tops it all off. I refuse to take it anymore, and if that means disowning you, well, that's what I'll just have to do.
Went to Mary's to watch the Scorpion King last night. It was ok, but he doesn't turn bad in the movie. Anybody who's seen The Mummy Returns knows that he's the bad guy at the end, and that somewhere along the way he turns from a pre-Egyptian king to somebody who sells his soul to Set. That would be like my grandmother selling her soul to Shiva, what would be the point? The Sorceress was a cool character. She had the best little cape at the beginning with wide pointy shoulders and a super high collar. It was awesome. Of course her name was Cassandra, the name of absolutely every Seeress in all pop culture, but I affectionately called her Edna. Edna the Sorceress. The name strikes terror into my very soul when I imagine what she would do to those foolish enough to stand in her way. Edna and the Scorpion King hook up at the end; I can just imagine the little half-Chineese, half-scorpion seer babies they're producing. Should be interesting to watch the sequel if they come out with one.
When I got home, Bobby was already in bed with the dog. The dog's eyes have turned cloudy and puffy all of a sudden, and she cries a lot now. It makes me really sad, so I sat down and talked to her about it the other night. We decided that she's gonna become Miss America, that she'll have a Mexican state named after her (too late: Chiuaua), she'll cure cancer, and the Catholic Church will name her a Saint. So she'll be Lady Saint Miss America Precious. And that's appropriate for my baby.
I got on the computer for a while to do my peer reviews for English today. I had to go into the living room because Bobby can't sleep with the light from the computer screen. When the power started getting low I tried to sneak back into the bedroom to finish up working on my bed. The door squeaked, and Bobby all of a sudden starts screaming at me, like he's got a gun and is going to shoot. Of course, I start screaming too, and I'm sure the neighbors enjoyed that. I sit down and can't stop shaking, so it was a little while before I could get any sleep.
I don't think I'm going to look for a job today. I might run to United Color as I go get some lunch, but I'm not going on an extended hunt. I'll get up and finish looking in Jasper tomorrow. And I really don't care what that bitch of a mother says she'll do if I don't have a job by Friday. She's a sorry excuse for a person if she forces me to quit school because nobody in Jasper's hiring. Oh well, we'll burn that bridge when we get there
