So it's Friday and I already feel like an update. Hopefully this will be more inspired content and be a little better update than the rest. First of all, Basik thinks the site still has no content and wanted a section for album reviews and such, except my response to that is that album reviews don't need their own section and he could very easily have posted such content any time during the length of his sporkopdom. With that, I'm going to do two things. One is to remind sporkops that the main purpose of their privelages is to use them to post interesting things such as reviews or interesting news or even post debates, like I'd gladly take a debate on here about emo again, I think that was fun. Second, I want to challenge those people with posting privelages to do just that. Post something like a review, or an interesting discussion topic (and for that one, please don't just post the topic, post your argument with all its support first, and then let people respond. Example, you'd post "I hate abortion because" and then finish all that. Now just posting "Let's talk about abortion").
Alright, with that all said, I want to let people know that at some point between running today and eating dinner with parents (actually a think it was an accumulation of all of that) I finally overcame my depression. No more of that sulking around I talked about in my last post. I'm ready for college, too, to start anew, that's going to be really fun. I think I'll do well wherever I go, so I'm going to continue to not freak about it like everyone else. I'm picking all major cities with the main exception of UVA, which the bonus privelages of being in a major city are replaced by a great education with an incredibly great community and campus life. So I'd be cool there.
Now, I thought that my evening tonight somehow merited a post. I'm not sure what it was, but it all began with wanting to go out to dinner (I just felt like eating, which isn't unusual with me, and I feel more justified now that I'm not a fat slob anymore (at least I don't think so)). So I asked my mom what we'd do for dinner, and she said "I dunno, I would really want to just get tanked tonight except that I have a lot of work I need to get done." I found that amusing, and wanted to make sure I wasn't just hearing things and said "Did you just tell me you felt like getting 'tanked' tonight?" And she laughed and said yes.
Anyway, we went to the Come Back Inn for dinner, and my mom had already had a few glasses of wine before we went (because we couldn't decide if we were going to eat out or not, and so she opened up a bottle thinking we weren't). Anyway, that's not the point of the story, well ... ok, maybe it's part of the story. But anyway, one thing I wanted to mention (and this is where I start to make my posts more personal than I'm comfortable with, but what the hell) it was interesting that my mom and dad both slipped out that, essentially, they saw the same flaws in my relationship that were getting me down. Then after some more wine, my mom puts the last straw on the camel's back essentially and I swear for about a half hour while my dad and I ate our food there wasn't a word spoken by either male in the family while my mom just went on and on about her art class and the problems she was having. It was rather funny how my Dad never really looked at my mom and how every now and then he'd throw in the occasional "yeah" or "uh-huh". I mean we both love her to death, but when she's like that it's kind of like you need to just let her be.
Anyway, like I said, I love my mom a lot, and the reason for this post was actually to post some of the really funny things she said during the car ride home. They were all about my child hood. Supposedly I was quite the little pimp. Let's see how many of them I can remember. First of all, she told me that when I was little, really little, I denied the fact that the world could possibly be round. It was the little scientist in me that reasoned if the streets are flat, the sidewalks are falt, the yards are flat, the world must be flat. I mean, the only world I knew when I was that young was what I could see, I hadn't gone to school yet or maybe even seen pictures of the earth more than a few times and my logical brain just denied that it could be possible for the world to be round, it simply couldn't be possible. I think it really shows the initiative to challenge what others say and also to logically reason. Sure, it was totally wrong, but with all the facts I knew it was all that was possible.
She also told me that one day I said "Mommy, I think I like girls a lot more than boys." And supposedly she laughed, thinking (I'll remember this in case he ever tries to tell me he's gay later in life) and then asked "Why's that?" and I said "Because they're just a lot more prettier to look at." I mean how pimp is that, at that age, to say something like that. I remember telling her that, too, and the world being flat thing as well, and I can remember thinking about both for a long time, and that must have been why I brought it up with my mom (both subjects) because of how much I thought about both.
And here's where we get to things I don't remember. Supposedly, I had a friend in kindergarten, a blond (I remember her, yes, I want to say her name was Erin? I dunno) who had curly hair and I used to run my fingers through her hair like little rings or something and wrap my fingers in it. Again, I remember her, but don't remember that. But still, again, how pimp is that. And lastly, she told me that one time we were watching TV and I was looking at some models on TV and I said "Mommy, these people must not ever think." And she said "why do you say that?" and I told her "Well, they don't have lines on their forehead like you do, or like I do" and she, thinking I was commenting on how they were pretty because they didnt' have wrinkles sarcastically said "oh, thanks Johnny" but then I showed her what I meant, how when you think like "hmm" or "huh" you squeeze your forehead and the skin folds, and the models head's didn't do that so I thought they never though about anything. It really says something I think about the mental capacity of models, and it's amazing how at such a young age I picked up on that ;-).
So yeah, I thought all of that was really amusing and I wanted to share how incredibly supaphly I was back then. I wonder what happened.
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