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Walked Lupin down to the creek Thursday morning, came back up to find Dad on the deck telling me he found several pee spots around the dining table. I took the blame for it; Lupin had nuzzled my hand early that morning (12:00 AM and such), but didn't make her usual 'I have to pee' whine, so I passed it off as waking-up-from-a-dream doggy affection. Dad figured that, like the poop we came home to from my grandparents', the pee was a few nights' worth.
I drove to Grass Valley and we shopped for cleaning supplies. Got lots of good stuff at the Dollar Tree. (Two drivers cut in front of me that day, one driving there, another driving back, but I paid good attention.) Later that evening, Dad and I used our super-old school-but-kickass shampoo vacuum to clean the dining area. (That vacuum is almost Dad's age or older, I believe.)
The dining room carpet looks very pretty now.
Yesterday night, Mom freaked the hell out of me by randomly telling me that, if there wasn't such a large age gap between myself and Gene (one of her previous co-workers), she'd hook us up.
WHAT THE FUCK?!
She claims we have similar interests, one being the obsession with seeing Pan's Labyrinth. But for goodness' sake! Mom used to tell me she was afraid of me getting a boyfriend because I like so many 'weird' actors (Crispin Glover, Brad Dourif...), and now she thinks she'd be able to hook me up with Gene if only he were my age?
Dad freaked out, too.
I love Mom dearly, but GOD, she says strange things sometimes.
Yes, I have stated that I am attracted to older men, but this attraction contains no physical longing whatsoever. I am going to be a goddamn art hermit when I grow up.
Speaking of art, I'm feeling a little depressed about my future as an artist again. It'll disappear by tomorrow, I know, but when I look back at my past few school years, I realize how terrible a student I was. This is connected to art because I want to go to an art college, but even art colleges can have academic prerequisites or expectations.
I'm smart. I can be very smart. But I don't apply myself well, and I don't like being made to do what everyone else has to do. Weakness. I'm lazy, I procrastinate, I like being myself. Not good for school.
I'm going to look up more animal deformities.
I drove to Grass Valley and we shopped for cleaning supplies. Got lots of good stuff at the Dollar Tree. (Two drivers cut in front of me that day, one driving there, another driving back, but I paid good attention.) Later that evening, Dad and I used our super-old school-but-kickass shampoo vacuum to clean the dining area. (That vacuum is almost Dad's age or older, I believe.)
The dining room carpet looks very pretty now.
Yesterday night, Mom freaked the hell out of me by randomly telling me that, if there wasn't such a large age gap between myself and Gene (one of her previous co-workers), she'd hook us up.
WHAT THE FUCK?!
She claims we have similar interests, one being the obsession with seeing Pan's Labyrinth. But for goodness' sake! Mom used to tell me she was afraid of me getting a boyfriend because I like so many 'weird' actors (Crispin Glover, Brad Dourif...), and now she thinks she'd be able to hook me up with Gene if only he were my age?
Dad freaked out, too.
I love Mom dearly, but GOD, she says strange things sometimes.
Yes, I have stated that I am attracted to older men, but this attraction contains no physical longing whatsoever. I am going to be a goddamn art hermit when I grow up.
Speaking of art, I'm feeling a little depressed about my future as an artist again. It'll disappear by tomorrow, I know, but when I look back at my past few school years, I realize how terrible a student I was. This is connected to art because I want to go to an art college, but even art colleges can have academic prerequisites or expectations.
I'm smart. I can be very smart. But I don't apply myself well, and I don't like being made to do what everyone else has to do. Weakness. I'm lazy, I procrastinate, I like being myself. Not good for school.
I'm going to look up more animal deformities.
