WHAT?
I get a call today from my mom, not only telling me that she's received the latest payment for my artwork, but that she wants to have dinner with me. She wants me to MEET SOMEONE SHE'S BEEN DATING.
My gosh. I knew it was going to happen eventually, I mean, my dad is already re-married, but my mom?
My cult following, stuffy, highly embarrassing, non-supportive mom? She actually found someone who hasn't 1) Run away screaming because she's tried to convert them into an Independent Fundamental Baptist, or 2) Run away screaming because she's so conservative.
WOW. What shocks me the most is the fact that music wise, travel wise, lifestyle wise, EVERYTHING wise, they have nothing in common. NOTHING.
I spent a whole awkward dinner talking about music while my mom gave Josh, her "boyfriend" dirty looks for talking about "Satan" music in front of me. WTF?!
He's ok I guess, her boyfriend. Early to mid 30's, born in India, schooled in London, college in New Jersey. Likes Radiohead, U2, Nickleback, Daughtry, the latter two I don't really like.
He's pretty stable too I guess... He's got a Master's degree in Computer Science...
This is just so disturbing. My mom. With a guy that listens to something that isn't classical christian music. He even has an Indian accent. Not that I have anything against Indians, I mean, I just never thought my mom would go for someone like that. He's just so eager. So ready to buy my approval and give me his CD's. No Lie. He told me I could have any of his CD collection that I wanted. I took some CD'S but I plan on returning them as soon as I put them on my iTunes account :P I don't want to be a creeper by taking his CD's even though he said I could have them.
UGH. The timing is just so awful. School starts Monday, and with all this NEW, I don't know if I can handle all of it. I know, it's just a guy, but I don't want him to hurt my mom, or my two younger sisters. I don't want them to get too attached only to watch him leave. Especially Stephanie, she's only 5. I don't know if she could handle him leaving. Young kids need stability.
Oh yeah, did I mention HE MOVED HERE?! Yeah, he's from like, LA or something. I don't know... WHY WOULD A GUY MOVE FROM LA TO EAST FRIGGIN TEXAS?! For my mom no less! He doesn't even attend church(which is a must for my mom)! He likes old school rock and Micheal Jackson!
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I don't know. I don't really know at all.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
It's always the Secretary
Heaven help me, if I hear one more bit of news that the Debate team's Secretary is talking bad about me, I will go on a public ranting rage in that paper pusher's face.
So maybe it's the irrational anger talking, maybe it's the rational want for everything to go smoothly this Debate season, but our Secretary is not being the best Secretary he can be. He's unhappy, and tearing the team apart from the newly formed seams.
When we decided on officers, he said he was happy that I was president, and even eluded to the fact that I would have won if we had an election, yet he incessantly runs off complaining about every little non-issue he can think of. He wanted a "higher" position on the team? NEWS FLASH. The secretarial position is one of great responsibility. The Secretary is just as important as the Treasurer. The Secretary is the one who does all the dirty work.
When he was "debating" his position, he said he wanted to be the person to make all the phone calls, and organize events. NEWS FLASH #2. That's what a Secretary does.
Now he's trying to say that we need the new coach involved, NEWS FLASH #3. The new coach doesn't know us, and only met us once, so why on earth would he be involved in our officer predicament. He's also complaining to all of the graduated varsity members, and people who have left the debate team, and they come and tell me everything he says.
It's sad, when Jacob, the guy who made last year hell for me has to defend my case when Mr. Secretary complains and talks bad about me. I'm glad Jacob spoke up in my defense, but I'm capable of standing up for myself. What bothers me is the fact that this BOY isn't MAN enough to say these things to my face so I can defend myself.
I am President, and should be because I am dedicated. I put in extra hours for Debate, I've been to all meets in the season other than two, and one was because I had an art competition that day. I'm the most successful remaining member on the team, and as of last year and this year I have the most points in the system.
Also, my charm and wit must have had something to do with it :P KIDDING.
But I digress. Maybe one day, Mr. Secretary will speak his opinions of me to my face, until then, I don't care about him. He better do his job, OR ELSE.
So maybe it's the irrational anger talking, maybe it's the rational want for everything to go smoothly this Debate season, but our Secretary is not being the best Secretary he can be. He's unhappy, and tearing the team apart from the newly formed seams.
When we decided on officers, he said he was happy that I was president, and even eluded to the fact that I would have won if we had an election, yet he incessantly runs off complaining about every little non-issue he can think of. He wanted a "higher" position on the team? NEWS FLASH. The secretarial position is one of great responsibility. The Secretary is just as important as the Treasurer. The Secretary is the one who does all the dirty work.
When he was "debating" his position, he said he wanted to be the person to make all the phone calls, and organize events. NEWS FLASH #2. That's what a Secretary does.
Now he's trying to say that we need the new coach involved, NEWS FLASH #3. The new coach doesn't know us, and only met us once, so why on earth would he be involved in our officer predicament. He's also complaining to all of the graduated varsity members, and people who have left the debate team, and they come and tell me everything he says.
It's sad, when Jacob, the guy who made last year hell for me has to defend my case when Mr. Secretary complains and talks bad about me. I'm glad Jacob spoke up in my defense, but I'm capable of standing up for myself. What bothers me is the fact that this BOY isn't MAN enough to say these things to my face so I can defend myself.
I am President, and should be because I am dedicated. I put in extra hours for Debate, I've been to all meets in the season other than two, and one was because I had an art competition that day. I'm the most successful remaining member on the team, and as of last year and this year I have the most points in the system.
Also, my charm and wit must have had something to do with it :P KIDDING.
But I digress. Maybe one day, Mr. Secretary will speak his opinions of me to my face, until then, I don't care about him. He better do his job, OR ELSE.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Apparently, Nietzsche is too controversial for my school.
Meet the teacher day. The phrase is one most hated and avoided in my house.
Since I'm not an only child, we had to visit 3 different campuses for meet the teacher day. First off was Stephanie the kindergartner. Hers was easy because we only had to go to one classroom and meet one teacher. Oh the simplicity, and how I miss it dearly.
Then next was Kimberly the 7th grader. She had a whole list of classes to visit, and we stopped by each and every single one of the classes. I ran into one of my old teachers Coach Roberts. He's the bomb. When he was my teacher, we had this ongoing bit about secret unicorn assassins, and I would hide out in his room at random times from the unicorn assassins who had universal licences to kill. Fun times.
Then we had lunch at the local Chinese restaurant. Yums Chicken and Green beans. Delicious. It's such a tiny and quaint little place too.
Then it was my school that was left for last to tackle. Oh the stairs. My high school consists of many buildings, many rooms, and many stairs.
We divided my schedule by area, tackling the older part of the school first. I met my AP art teacher, and got to see her new room, and got talked to in Spanish by my new Spanish 2 teacher.
All I could answer in was "Que?!"
Then I met my new debate teacher. HE'S THE BOMB ALSO! First impressions mean everything, and of course my first impression of him was: This guy has bad timing.
He wasn't in his room when we came by, so of course I checked Theatre to see if he was in there, and I ended up having to get Mr.G, the theatre director to go find him in the bathroom. How wonderful. I hope he washed his hands before I shook them.
Overall, he's pretty cool, he's a LDer, like myself, and has the cool college cafe nerd suaveness going for him. Nice black framed glasses.... youngish... Mary Callendar, my big sister in debate who left me for college is going to need a picture to sample.
Overall, I'm happy with all my teachers, they seem like the bomb (how many times have I used this word?).
There was one thing that I thought was, for the lack of a better word, stupid. I was warned not to wear my "Why Kant you see that life is Pietzsche" shirt. WTF? It's a regular t-shirt with an intelligent little joke on it.
Apparently, since it refers to Nietzsche, who in himself is quite controversial, I can't wear it. Screw the "man" I'll wear it anyways. My shirt is a lot more appealing than the "gangsta" shirts floating around our society. If they have a problem with it, they'll have to come with a better reason for me not to wear it other than, "The old dead man on your shirt was once controversial, and even though most teens your age don't know who he is, we still think you shouldn't wear that because, by golly, he did write something that claimed God is dead!"
SCHOOL. MONDAY. EARLY. BLARGH. Oh well. It can't be that bad.
Since I'm not an only child, we had to visit 3 different campuses for meet the teacher day. First off was Stephanie the kindergartner. Hers was easy because we only had to go to one classroom and meet one teacher. Oh the simplicity, and how I miss it dearly.
Then next was Kimberly the 7th grader. She had a whole list of classes to visit, and we stopped by each and every single one of the classes. I ran into one of my old teachers Coach Roberts. He's the bomb. When he was my teacher, we had this ongoing bit about secret unicorn assassins, and I would hide out in his room at random times from the unicorn assassins who had universal licences to kill. Fun times.
Then we had lunch at the local Chinese restaurant. Yums Chicken and Green beans. Delicious. It's such a tiny and quaint little place too.
Then it was my school that was left for last to tackle. Oh the stairs. My high school consists of many buildings, many rooms, and many stairs.
We divided my schedule by area, tackling the older part of the school first. I met my AP art teacher, and got to see her new room, and got talked to in Spanish by my new Spanish 2 teacher.
All I could answer in was "Que?!"
Then I met my new debate teacher. HE'S THE BOMB ALSO! First impressions mean everything, and of course my first impression of him was: This guy has bad timing.
He wasn't in his room when we came by, so of course I checked Theatre to see if he was in there, and I ended up having to get Mr.G, the theatre director to go find him in the bathroom. How wonderful. I hope he washed his hands before I shook them.
Overall, he's pretty cool, he's a LDer, like myself, and has the cool college cafe nerd suaveness going for him. Nice black framed glasses.... youngish... Mary Callendar, my big sister in debate who left me for college is going to need a picture to sample.
Overall, I'm happy with all my teachers, they seem like the bomb (how many times have I used this word?).
There was one thing that I thought was, for the lack of a better word, stupid. I was warned not to wear my "Why Kant you see that life is Pietzsche" shirt. WTF? It's a regular t-shirt with an intelligent little joke on it.
Apparently, since it refers to Nietzsche, who in himself is quite controversial, I can't wear it. Screw the "man" I'll wear it anyways. My shirt is a lot more appealing than the "gangsta" shirts floating around our society. If they have a problem with it, they'll have to come with a better reason for me not to wear it other than, "The old dead man on your shirt was once controversial, and even though most teens your age don't know who he is, we still think you shouldn't wear that because, by golly, he did write something that claimed God is dead!"
SCHOOL. MONDAY. EARLY. BLARGH. Oh well. It can't be that bad.
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