I forgot to mention that Monday was our Anniversary. 1 year, 7 months – yes, I believe in celebrating monthly anniversaries, thanks.
I owe you guys an explanation for yesterday’s absence: I took a mental health day off from work. I decided that since Letisha wasn’t going to be in (she had a job interview), and it would be the last day I could be at Dirk’s house without his parents being around, I just wasn’t going in. Besides, I was earning too many credit hours, and I have a limit of 24.
We helped Sonya take pictures for her photography class. Aaron and I drove around an empty parking lot, zig-zagging around while she took timed exposures. I had a lot of things that I’d wanted to get done, but none of that happened. I spent most of the time I was driving around that parking lot eyeballing my gas gauge. Aaron was more dynamic, zooming all over the lot with his emergency blinkers on. At one point, I went around in a circle in reverse, over and over again.
We went back to Dirk’s house and talked for a while. Sonya and Aaron were bickering, as usual.
The next morning, I woke up at nine and went over to Dirk’s house. I may have mentioned the fact that I don’t like Dirk’s mother. His parents had arrived home at 2:00 in the morning, and his mother was already up, bitching at Dirk and Aaron. I said “Hi.” to her, and she asked, “Where did you come from?” Rude, that’s all I can say. Utterly lacking in manners. I hustled Dirk out of there, and got him to my house
You have to be really careful with those alfredo sauces that are mixes you add to milk. I made some of that stuff for Dirk, and it tasted really strange. I need to learn to make that stuff from scratch, but it’s much lower in fat and calories when you make it from a mix. The problem, however, may simply have been that the mix was quite old. My parents have a tendency to hoard foodstuff, especially drink mixes, jell-o, sauces, and canned vegetables. Especially the strange Filipino vegetables that we never use.
My parents are really hateful people. My mother seems to delight in humiliating my friends on the phone, simply because they forget to say “please” when leaving a message for me. I’m warning my friends never to call, because my parents get their kicks this way. Never mind the fact that my mother is rude as shit to Dirk when he calls...he’ll ask if I’m there, and she’ll tell him “no” then hang up. Narrow-minded, hateful people who think they have any place giving etiquette lessons when they can’t even interact with other people in a semi-normal way. That’s my parents.
I’m angry at them right now, because they seem to be laboring under the misconception that I think it’s funny when they make fun of Dirk. Their special joy is to attack the way he or his brother looks. Sometimes I can’t believe I’m related to them, but I’ve learned not to stick up for anyone they make fun of. Otherwise, they’ll attack me.
I brought my car to be re-inspected, after having the fan and the rear brake cylinders fixed. It passed the inspection, but failed the emissions inspection again. It failed by a much narrower margin this time, and the guy at the inspection station said that something as minor as putting an additive in the gas and changing the air filter might make the difference. I know it needs a new air filter, because Aaron took it out of the car and it was all brown and icky. Aaron suggested getting a pressure cap with a lower pressure threshold to help the overheating, but getting the fan fixed seems to have rectified that little problem.
Dirk and I ran errands last night, getting a money order for parts (for the bass cabinet he’s building me), pantyhose, and mushrooms. No fights. I made sure to let him know that I appreciated him spending the entire day with me. I’m getting better.
Letisha ended up walking out of her interview yesterday, because she found out that the job would pay $2,000 less than what she’s making now. I applied for that same job....I’m definitely not going to go to the interview if it’s offered.
I haven’t been online much, even though I told C– I’d be online to talk. I’m not up to it. I’ve got enough real-life problems without dealing with the ones unique to online friendships.
Maybe I should do the Scott thing, and get Dirk to write an entry. I have no idea what he’d write...probably something objectionable and risque. He’d probably discuss our sex life in-depth.
The dandelions are blooming, a cheerful reminder of spring. It’s warm outside (at least in the D.C. area). Go outside and look at the dandelions....