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Good and bad [annoying] things.
Apr. 23rd, 2007 10:27 pm(A bit of ranting is contained herein.)
As for the good things: Carmen called us back today right before Dad and I headed up to GV. I had gone back into the house to get my ID and WaMu cards, and BAM, the phone rang. Dad was happy about that; he quickly filled in some amounts on the paperwork for AIPD and we mailed it all off.
The reason we went up to GV grew off of a phone call Dad had with some people at ING Direct (he called them after we reviewed information in my account). I still have that faulty BoA link in my ING Direct account and need to verify my new external checking account. To do that, the ING Direct people told us we had to get closing statements from BoA. Dad tried to explain that we CLOSED that account in November of last year, but they still needed the closing statements.
It's ridiculous how much stuff you need to do in order to do other stuff. :| (Best sentence EVER.)
Getting the closing statement took a shorter time than we were told (by the Assistant Manager of that branch of BoA) and it was pretty much hassle free. We faxed the papers when we dropped off the AIPD paperwork.
On the way to the bank, I had a screwup in the intersection by Safeway coming off of Exit 182A. I HATE that intersection and that intersection hates me. I need more practice driving in city intersections, because God damn I could have caused an accident. I just... don't understand well enough how the lights work in those intersections. I ended up being right in the middle of the street wanting to turn left as other drivers sent me questioning glares; I also got honked at. I stressed out about it, but Dad told me experienced adults even make mistakes like that. Didn't help much, I still felt stupid. Dad kept reminding me that Portland is full of intersections like that, but Jessie (my cousin) had apparently told him that a shuttle bus can be taken from Beavercreek to Portland, followed by a trolley right to the college.
I'm STILL dangerous, argh! It's tutorial review time.
One other thing perturbed me today: Dad's spontaneous need to discuss dress codes at the college. As we were walking into SPD Market, he said I probably couldn't wear shorts like those I was wearing while at the college (details: elastic waist, baggy - simple as that). Where the hell did this come from?
In a nutshell:
"My school had a dress code, and doesn't... Bear River have a dress code?"
"...All schools have dress codes, Dad."
"But they wouldn't like you wearing sweats."
"I haven't been wearing sweats."
"They probably require pants."
(In my head during the entire conversation): "...."
Fucking A. Normally, it's Mom who says shit like this. It doesn't anger me... too badly. I love my parents [my entire family] more than anything. But their recent comments make me feel like they want me to conform. Dad finally said he didn't mind me wearing the clothes I wear ONLY last year. Last. Year. He said he didn't want me to change and loved me for who I am. And now he wants to talk about the dress code at AIPD with Elizabeth?
My 'style' is so modest that NOBODY should question my clothing against ANY dress code unless said nobodies are sexist fucktards who KNOW that ALL females should be clad in spaghetti straps and skirts so short that underwear is made painfully conspicuous.
I wear what I wear because I'm comfortable in it.
I don't really care any longer that young children and dumb folk mistake me for a guy. I feel that's what Dad is saying, that I should dress more my gender and my age.
Has he ever considered... or has Mom ever considered that maybe the way I dress has kept me out of trouble? That I don't want to be in a relationship because I don't know what love is and I won't know what love is for another decade, should I want to 'be in love'?
I need to draw.
Watched three episodes of The Riches today (today's new episode plus the two I'd missed (but recorded) from the last two Tuesdays). I'm really enjoying this show. Eddie Izzard!
As for the good things: Carmen called us back today right before Dad and I headed up to GV. I had gone back into the house to get my ID and WaMu cards, and BAM, the phone rang. Dad was happy about that; he quickly filled in some amounts on the paperwork for AIPD and we mailed it all off.
The reason we went up to GV grew off of a phone call Dad had with some people at ING Direct (he called them after we reviewed information in my account). I still have that faulty BoA link in my ING Direct account and need to verify my new external checking account. To do that, the ING Direct people told us we had to get closing statements from BoA. Dad tried to explain that we CLOSED that account in November of last year, but they still needed the closing statements.
It's ridiculous how much stuff you need to do in order to do other stuff. :| (Best sentence EVER.)
Getting the closing statement took a shorter time than we were told (by the Assistant Manager of that branch of BoA) and it was pretty much hassle free. We faxed the papers when we dropped off the AIPD paperwork.
On the way to the bank, I had a screwup in the intersection by Safeway coming off of Exit 182A. I HATE that intersection and that intersection hates me. I need more practice driving in city intersections, because God damn I could have caused an accident. I just... don't understand well enough how the lights work in those intersections. I ended up being right in the middle of the street wanting to turn left as other drivers sent me questioning glares; I also got honked at. I stressed out about it, but Dad told me experienced adults even make mistakes like that. Didn't help much, I still felt stupid. Dad kept reminding me that Portland is full of intersections like that, but Jessie (my cousin) had apparently told him that a shuttle bus can be taken from Beavercreek to Portland, followed by a trolley right to the college.
I'm STILL dangerous, argh! It's tutorial review time.
One other thing perturbed me today: Dad's spontaneous need to discuss dress codes at the college. As we were walking into SPD Market, he said I probably couldn't wear shorts like those I was wearing while at the college (details: elastic waist, baggy - simple as that). Where the hell did this come from?
In a nutshell:
"My school had a dress code, and doesn't... Bear River have a dress code?"
"...All schools have dress codes, Dad."
"But they wouldn't like you wearing sweats."
"I haven't been wearing sweats."
"They probably require pants."
(In my head during the entire conversation): "...."
Fucking A. Normally, it's Mom who says shit like this. It doesn't anger me... too badly. I love my parents [my entire family] more than anything. But their recent comments make me feel like they want me to conform. Dad finally said he didn't mind me wearing the clothes I wear ONLY last year. Last. Year. He said he didn't want me to change and loved me for who I am. And now he wants to talk about the dress code at AIPD with Elizabeth?
My 'style' is so modest that NOBODY should question my clothing against ANY dress code unless said nobodies are sexist fucktards who KNOW that ALL females should be clad in spaghetti straps and skirts so short that underwear is made painfully conspicuous.
I wear what I wear because I'm comfortable in it.
I don't really care any longer that young children and dumb folk mistake me for a guy. I feel that's what Dad is saying, that I should dress more my gender and my age.
Has he ever considered... or has Mom ever considered that maybe the way I dress has kept me out of trouble? That I don't want to be in a relationship because I don't know what love is and I won't know what love is for another decade, should I want to 'be in love'?
I need to draw.
Watched three episodes of The Riches today (today's new episode plus the two I'd missed (but recorded) from the last two Tuesdays). I'm really enjoying this show. Eddie Izzard!
