7-8-00
Damn Aol! Damn them, I say. Here I had written a couple of paragraphs for this journal entry and the log me off "Due to inactivity". So basically, it didn't save what I have written so now my new enemy is aol. I'm using earthlink now, so take that!
My mom is in San Francisco, I don't know if I've already explained that. Anyway, she finally got an apartment up there, after massive amounts of worrying. She also sold her house. Another relief. So I was at my mom's house today picking up some stuff to go to my dad's, (and watching MTV because my dad blocked it out at his house) and the sprinklers were on. We never have the sprinklers on. I remembered that my mom told me that some landscapers were going to be stopping by at some point, so I figured they had turned it on. It was weird, though because I was at my mom's for over an hour and they didn't go off and/or nobody came by to turn them off. Maybe I'll drive by later and see if they're still on.
I'm going to ask my dad if I can have Friday and Saturday nights to make my own dinner. I don't like eating as a family every night and it's weird, but I really do like cooking for myself. It makes me feel independent.
I saw The Patriot last night with my Dad, Step-mom, Step-brother, Brother, and my brother's friend. It was terrible. So mediocre. It was weird, because it seemed like they put in parts to please everyone. I.E. there was a love story, slave story, dead- wife story, rebel story, historical story (I never knew that it was Mel Gibson who won the war for us. Hmmm... He must be old), and a pair of dogs that everyone seemed to laugh and coo over. This piece of crap was three hours long. Must I use exclamation marks to stress that, because I will. Three hours! Luckilly, I was sitting next to my brother so I made fun of it the whole time like Mystery Science Theatre.
On the ride to the movie, I found out that my dad approves of violence in film if it is historical. He was talking about the Gladiator and he sadi that it shouldn't have gotten an R rating because ther could have been worsee things in it. "Like sex?" I asked, knowing full well that he prefered violence to sex. "Yes, sex and bad morals." he responded. I don't understand his logic. Even if violence id portrayed historically, they still are glorifying it. I mean, anyone who sees a war movie ends up hoping that the "good americans" kill those "rotten Commies" or nazis or whatever. Don't tell me that one is better than the other, because it's not true.
My Step-mom is such a whiner. We went to this little italian restaurant (which is actually more of a take out place) and when we were ordering she was pouting because her precious son wanted some bread. The problem was that it was only those two who wanted it and she didn't want to buy a whole loaf. So she pouts and makes a little sigh. My dad tells her that he thinks they give you bread in a basket. Well it turns out that they didn't, and oh! It's such a big fucking problem. "Where's my basket of bread, ed?" I'll give her a basket of bread, then shove it up her ass. Violence, violence, violence. See? That's all a result of historcial war movies (just kidding).
I'm so sick of living at my dad's full time. I'll be glad when I can go visit my mom.