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Sep. 2nd, 2005
.....WTF?!
Sep. 2nd, 2005 08:58 pmYeah... I would put this in a journal edit for my previous entry except it's kind of important and it might not be noticed there.....
I've been good. I'm doing good in orchestra. I had a good piano lesson. School is easy. Simple. Nothing to it.
....my dad just comes up to me and goes "You're using the computer too much. Tomorrow I'm moving the iMac to the garage."
..............................
We've managed to get that postponed a bit, but I can't use the computer over the weekend, at least.
I hate the way he doesn't give any warning. He doesn't show his moods. He did tell me once or twice that he thought I used the computer too much. But he said it in a plain voice. An ordinary voice. A side remark. He doesn't give any warning. He no longer gives the long talks that he used to; polio's making him weak, and he doesn't have the energy. No, what does he do? He broods. He thinks over it. And he doesn't say a word. And then he just decides to take a really radical solution which wouldn't actually make him any happier andandand....
Urk.
Had a talk about it with mom + Amy. Discovered that I'm able to keep a better grip over my emotions; managed to keep the talk rational and... yeah. But I started to cry, and then it became really hard because it's kind of hard to talk while you're crying and you can't exactly just... stop, just like that.
Pfft. I so did not need to do that. But that's what talks with parents end up in, half the time.
>> Well, there goes my good mood. And I was so happy today, too.
Damn it, Dad, you're going to be the one who ends up throwing me in depression. Will that make you happy?
Well, yeah. Just so you people know, I probably won't be on AIM for... a while... If you need me for something, call my cell.
Edit: Well, of course, he's absolutely right. I do use the computer too much. I'm too attached to it. I've always been like that. Except moreso recently because I no longer see my AIM friends every day at school. That doesn't make me any less annoyed, though...
I've been good. I'm doing good in orchestra. I had a good piano lesson. School is easy. Simple. Nothing to it.
....my dad just comes up to me and goes "You're using the computer too much. Tomorrow I'm moving the iMac to the garage."
..............................
We've managed to get that postponed a bit, but I can't use the computer over the weekend, at least.
I hate the way he doesn't give any warning. He doesn't show his moods. He did tell me once or twice that he thought I used the computer too much. But he said it in a plain voice. An ordinary voice. A side remark. He doesn't give any warning. He no longer gives the long talks that he used to; polio's making him weak, and he doesn't have the energy. No, what does he do? He broods. He thinks over it. And he doesn't say a word. And then he just decides to take a really radical solution which wouldn't actually make him any happier andandand....
Urk.
Had a talk about it with mom + Amy. Discovered that I'm able to keep a better grip over my emotions; managed to keep the talk rational and... yeah. But I started to cry, and then it became really hard because it's kind of hard to talk while you're crying and you can't exactly just... stop, just like that.
Pfft. I so did not need to do that. But that's what talks with parents end up in, half the time.
>> Well, there goes my good mood. And I was so happy today, too.
Damn it, Dad, you're going to be the one who ends up throwing me in depression. Will that make you happy?
Well, yeah. Just so you people know, I probably won't be on AIM for... a while... If you need me for something, call my cell.
Edit: Well, of course, he's absolutely right. I do use the computer too much. I'm too attached to it. I've always been like that. Except moreso recently because I no longer see my AIM friends every day at school. That doesn't make me any less annoyed, though...
