My dad arrived around 11:30 this morning to grab all his porn and collectibles (no I don't count porn as a
collectible").
Hm, apparently it can be 'collectible' or 'collectable.' Anyway, it was going well until my mom refused to relinquish his Indiana Jones 12" Doll. Basically my dad was like "fuck you, my parents bought that for me before I even met you, hand it over." She bitched back at him, and so he calmly reminded her of the court agreement that lets him get all his stuff. She gave it to him.
Meanwhile my dad is telling me about his new digital recording stuff he's been using with his nice keyboard to do shit with his computer and whatnot. It was hard to understand what exactly it was he was doing since he isn't down with the computer lingo homeslizzouses. Then he told me that I pissed him off by never calling him. I let him know that considering he works from noon to midnight, and I go to school from 5am to 2pm, and work from around 3pm to 10pm, our schedules are not exactly in agreement. I'm supposed to leave messages, which I have done from time to time, but he never gets them. He leaves messages here that I also never receive since I'm never the one with the phone, and my family has virtually no memory at all. Haha virtual memory teehee, shut up.
I had to miss the Zappateers listening session on nexlinks.net #zappateers today since I was at work. They do this every week at 3pm, where they post new live Frank Zappa show on usenet, then sync up their mp3 players and talk about it. It sounds fun to me at least, even if the people I've talked to so far this past week in that channel are somewhat odd (beyond the expected oddness of Frank Zappa fans, like using "Now Playing" scripts). I doubt I'll be able to catch a listening session too many times, if ever, since my manager, Derek, puts me on nearly every Sunday for the time and a half wage (he rocks). Derek returns from Ireland this Thursday though, so he will probably be mad that he has to come back to work after what is sure to have been a wild vacation of drinking and sex and drinking and fighting and yet more drinking. It's fucking Ireland on St. Paddy's, I bet DavinSTD has already been gangraped and left dead-drunk in some filthy ditch.
I forget if I have a Physics test tomorrow or not. It's on Capacitance though, and is shit easy. I still have six or seven homework problems to do tonight (due last friday but I was absent) so I should have it fresh enough in my memory to get at least a C. A B would make me giddy as a school girl though. A transvestite schoolgirl, but sexy. Moving on.
I found the coolest song. Ever. How could I be so pompous to think that I am such an amazing judge of music? Simple, it's about ninjas. I feel the giddyness coming on...
