Thats what I thought it was but I didnt think you had to talk into it like that. Why is she doing that? Is she crazy?

That must have been a nice surprise. Sounds like a sweet kid. :)

Vee Vee. Hmm...it reminds me of a term I once heard Freebase use that made me laugh in the Sex Thread..."veejayjay."

Well, since I thought for the longest time that you were TheCunningCunt, it's probably only fair that you get to be creative with nicknames for me.

Oh he is sweet, mojo...other than the times when he really does say, "I hate you. I hate your guts. I hate you AND your guts. Whenever I've said I love you, I was just kidding, because I don't. I will always hate you." He's getting quite clever with figuring out just the right thing to say to express the depth of his momentary loathing.

Tonight, for example, he entertained me with his creative expressions of anger by saying, "I wish I were an orphan." When I replied, "Oh, I think you'd miss me a little if you were an orphan," he answered, "No I wouldn't...if I became an orphan when I was a baby, I wouldn't even know you."

I had to admit, he was kind of right.

I saw Neon Trees and New Politics over at the nearby college with a friend of mine, which was kinda awkward since it was just us two freshman in high school stuffed in a bar with a bunch of college students, but it was a lot of fun. The sound and energy for both bands was absolutely massive and when Neon Trees came on, everyone went ****ing MENTAL (including me). I'm surprised I came out unharmed. So now I'm sweaty, can't hear or talk, my back, arms, and legs are sore, and I have this huge grin on my face.

Absolutely perfect night.

It's easier for kids to say the nasty things than it is the sweet things. I think all kids have told their parents that they hate them, it seems a phase you go through and then grow out of.

That seems kind of true. I look at my relationship with my mother. Not all that long ago, we could have been described as "adversarial" on a good day. But as I went through the end of my teens and early 20s, I kinda grew up a lot and as a result we understand each other a lot better now and get along really pretty well. I don't hate her and I realize I never really did, despite how many times I swore it loudly at her.

Anyway, as for my day...

Well, it's 7am and I haven't been to bed yet because I've been working on a paper that's due in my evening class tonight. I'm definitely not going to my morning class because I flatly refuse to attempt to function on less than 4 hours sleep, but I do feel a fair bit of guilt about skipping it because I'm really trying not to do that as much as humanly possible. On the other hand, the paper I've been writing is finally at least sort of up to the impossibly high, panic-attack-inducing standard I set for my own writing, and as such, I know I'll do well on it (even though I don't really feel good about it). But getting there has involved such a high level of anxiety that my actual writing process has involved a fair amount of vomiting and crying in a ball on the floor over the past several hours, the culmination of several days of intellectual paralysis. What's worst about this isn't the fact that I can't yet go to bed because I have to slowly eat something so I don't feel worse when I wake up (which I'm doing now), it's that I feel very comfortable in both my own ability to write and my knowledge of the material that I'm writing. The fact that the process is so torturous (in a very physical sense) is solely the product of my own emotional and mental baggage and it makes me feel way more out of control than I generally like to believe myself to be. That scares the living daylights out of me.

So... um... not the best start to the day ever. But it can only go up from here! :yeah:

So things have just been going nonstop for me. Last week I churned out pages of data for my project and ended up working much more than I wanted. I am now dating a girl that I have already lost interest in, but she is really into me. That's gonna be a fun issue. I had a gig last Saturday that was really fun. All this and I really have to start getting my grad schools apps done. Things need to slow down soon or my head will explode.

So we're getting married this weekend, right?
Have you made the guest list?
Picked the food?

THIS WAS ALL YOUR RESPONSIBILITY, BABE.

Now I'm in trouble...

At the A4e (a back to work course thing) today the guy running it, for some reason asked if we all knew who Wagner was (he pronounced it with a V), there was a few hesitant yes’s then he continued something like ‘well Wagner is hated. (i nearly piped up about him being anti-semetic). Everyone hates Wagner in this country and thinks he’s ****...’ I interrupted at this point and said ‘You mean the German composer?’. ‘No,’ came the reply. ‘The X-factor contestant.’

I got paid, well - I invoiced the payment.

It should hit the bank tomorrow, but still... I'm happy.