Yearbooks, haircuts and acquaintances
Pardon the absence... couldn't get the computer from my sis for two days. She's such a hog...
Anyway, two nights ago, my father was thumbing through my school yearbook and he asked me who in class I liked and wanted me to point the person out in the yearbook pictures. LOL. I told him, why should I? and that he'd regret it. But he kept insisting. So... I gave in. As could be expected, he wore his angriest frown and told me to stop joking and that it was not funny. It was not funny, I agreed. I was serious. I did warn him... but most parents don't listen to or believe their children one way or the other... then he started this talk about it's all in the mind, and you're confused and it's just a phase and it's normal because you're friends. He thinks it'll just pack up and leave. As if I hadn't thought about that already... adults... Bak's right... their all in denial... not my problem... at least I've given due warning...
Yesterday morning... my parents forced me to have a haircut. It took me three months to grow it to my eye-level and they just wanted me to snip it off. Before this, they could use the school regulations excuse... (they still tried that one)... but I'm no longer a school-goer, I reminded them. They made me cut anyway, and there was no way I could escape. Needless to say, I was sulky for half a day and frowned the whole time (my brother says I sounded and looked like one of those little kids who are forced to go to the barber while they squirmed and cried the way through). The haircut wasn't as bad as I expected... the barber didn't see the need to make me wear a hair-hat. But that does not change the fact that I absolutely despise haircuts. I'm so peeved. My parents won't even allow a seventeen year-old to decide when to have a haircut! What will happen if I secretly got pierced? Or so many of the other things I've been secretly planning for years? And the worse thing is that my parents are applying for a pr to Australia. They're going over when I go off to study! I must find a way to escape...
I met my brother's classmate (they're arch-enemies). Apparently, he's somehow told Audrey that I watch Gravitation. We talked about that and she seems to like it too. And she has Sukisyo and Loveless which she greatly recommends and will be lending me! The anticipation! She's also another Gackt+L'Arc fan! She told me so many things that I never knew about Gackt (although I did suspect ;) ). Since she going to lend me shows and since she doesn't mind yaoi (I think she likes it... =) ), I think I'll let her read my stories. Fair exchange. At least she won't react to my radical stories like my father did (he blew up).
Last night was spent at my aunt's. As usual, I hammered away at her baby grand. I just love that piano... not the best touch I've ever encountered but the only grand I have access to. Half the night was spent at the piano, a small fraction spent eating and the rest was spent trying to get drunk on some fruit juice that had been mixed with XO (ten to twenty percent). The eight (give or take) cups I had had no effect. I must have more innate resistance to intoxication than I know (considering It's the first time I'm drinking that much)...
Anyway, that's all of my uneventful life... I'm two thirds through my Schumann piece (Yay)... erm... not so much a venting... this sounds more like a ranting... well, I suppose one needs to an output...
Bye.
Anyway, two nights ago, my father was thumbing through my school yearbook and he asked me who in class I liked and wanted me to point the person out in the yearbook pictures. LOL. I told him, why should I? and that he'd regret it. But he kept insisting. So... I gave in. As could be expected, he wore his angriest frown and told me to stop joking and that it was not funny. It was not funny, I agreed. I was serious. I did warn him... but most parents don't listen to or believe their children one way or the other... then he started this talk about it's all in the mind, and you're confused and it's just a phase and it's normal because you're friends. He thinks it'll just pack up and leave. As if I hadn't thought about that already... adults... Bak's right... their all in denial... not my problem... at least I've given due warning...
Yesterday morning... my parents forced me to have a haircut. It took me three months to grow it to my eye-level and they just wanted me to snip it off. Before this, they could use the school regulations excuse... (they still tried that one)... but I'm no longer a school-goer, I reminded them. They made me cut anyway, and there was no way I could escape. Needless to say, I was sulky for half a day and frowned the whole time (my brother says I sounded and looked like one of those little kids who are forced to go to the barber while they squirmed and cried the way through). The haircut wasn't as bad as I expected... the barber didn't see the need to make me wear a hair-hat. But that does not change the fact that I absolutely despise haircuts. I'm so peeved. My parents won't even allow a seventeen year-old to decide when to have a haircut! What will happen if I secretly got pierced? Or so many of the other things I've been secretly planning for years? And the worse thing is that my parents are applying for a pr to Australia. They're going over when I go off to study! I must find a way to escape...
I met my brother's classmate (they're arch-enemies). Apparently, he's somehow told Audrey that I watch Gravitation. We talked about that and she seems to like it too. And she has Sukisyo and Loveless which she greatly recommends and will be lending me! The anticipation! She's also another Gackt+L'Arc fan! She told me so many things that I never knew about Gackt (although I did suspect ;) ). Since she going to lend me shows and since she doesn't mind yaoi (I think she likes it... =) ), I think I'll let her read my stories. Fair exchange. At least she won't react to my radical stories like my father did (he blew up).
Last night was spent at my aunt's. As usual, I hammered away at her baby grand. I just love that piano... not the best touch I've ever encountered but the only grand I have access to. Half the night was spent at the piano, a small fraction spent eating and the rest was spent trying to get drunk on some fruit juice that had been mixed with XO (ten to twenty percent). The eight (give or take) cups I had had no effect. I must have more innate resistance to intoxication than I know (considering It's the first time I'm drinking that much)...
Anyway, that's all of my uneventful life... I'm two thirds through my Schumann piece (Yay)... erm... not so much a venting... this sounds more like a ranting... well, I suppose one needs to an output...
Bye.
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