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Mar. 5th, 2005 09:35 amDad. I'm finally able to truly relax after waiting so long for the weekend to come. I've had plans for what I wanted to do this week. Quite a lot. I want to rest.
So. It would not be a good idea to go and take the entire family to random plant place soon as soon as the weekned comes. Um, excuse me Dad. Taking me to random places won't assure you plenty of family time, nor would it make any memories when we come right back home and forget we had the entire trip. Dude, I like plants too, but I'm more willing to see something more extravagent than see a buncha shrubbery that looks the same as it does outside, and melt under the sun with my feet hurting and being bored to death. And as I said. I have plans. I was hoping to get fanfic done. And that says quite a lot in one sentence.
Doesn't mean I'm lazy. Doesn't mean I'm so close-minded I'd rather shrink in my cubby hole then go out, see the world, and find something new. Doesn't mean I'd rather bite my tounge than travel to the other side of the planet. Dude, I'll bring a laptop with me to Mars. But honestly, there's more to life than just... for the sake of going to random places that look the same for "being together". I want to be captivated by where I'm going to. I mean, pick a vacation spot: would you rather go to the woods in Signal Mountain in my backyard, with cliffs, brooks, islands, a mix of cooling shade and warm sun, and flowers? A place you've felt close connection with? Or some area in the middle of no where with hard, spiky grass under a baking, grueling sun (that's quite a difference from "warm") in the city with... oh, I dunno, you could hardly make any connection with?
Looks like Dad's feeling cranky, judging from his voice outside. Stressed out and such. Just handed me an old printed copy of CWCR 4 lying around somehow; that was interesting.
I want to move too. I want to go somewhere pretty again, only this time, actually feel like home. We don't have to put up with this... bareness. Emptiness. Ugliness. For now, the prettiest places are the beach (depending on the weather and when I need air. That, and I have to take the dog outside anyway) and inside my room. That's like... it.
Now Dad's yelling again. Better not argue with him. Hell, I never liked arguing in the first place--I avoid it whenever I can, and when I have to, keep my voice as low and calm as possible. I don't understand why people fight so much, and why some even like it... *coughFanficrantsandMarySuesbutthat'sanothersubjectcough* personally, it scares me. I mean, does yelling at your parents sound like fun? Or listening to them from your room? Yeah, I thought not either.
In other words, it's been ages since I heard this song. And I was mostly playing quiet music until this point.
Curses, and Mom is still worried about there not being enough food in the house, when that is obviously not true. Goddammit, I'm sick of this...
So. It would not be a good idea to go and take the entire family to random plant place soon as soon as the weekned comes. Um, excuse me Dad. Taking me to random places won't assure you plenty of family time, nor would it make any memories when we come right back home and forget we had the entire trip. Dude, I like plants too, but I'm more willing to see something more extravagent than see a buncha shrubbery that looks the same as it does outside, and melt under the sun with my feet hurting and being bored to death. And as I said. I have plans. I was hoping to get fanfic done. And that says quite a lot in one sentence.
Doesn't mean I'm lazy. Doesn't mean I'm so close-minded I'd rather shrink in my cubby hole then go out, see the world, and find something new. Doesn't mean I'd rather bite my tounge than travel to the other side of the planet. Dude, I'll bring a laptop with me to Mars. But honestly, there's more to life than just... for the sake of going to random places that look the same for "being together". I want to be captivated by where I'm going to. I mean, pick a vacation spot: would you rather go to the woods in Signal Mountain in my backyard, with cliffs, brooks, islands, a mix of cooling shade and warm sun, and flowers? A place you've felt close connection with? Or some area in the middle of no where with hard, spiky grass under a baking, grueling sun (that's quite a difference from "warm") in the city with... oh, I dunno, you could hardly make any connection with?
Looks like Dad's feeling cranky, judging from his voice outside. Stressed out and such. Just handed me an old printed copy of CWCR 4 lying around somehow; that was interesting.
I want to move too. I want to go somewhere pretty again, only this time, actually feel like home. We don't have to put up with this... bareness. Emptiness. Ugliness. For now, the prettiest places are the beach (depending on the weather and when I need air. That, and I have to take the dog outside anyway) and inside my room. That's like... it.
Now Dad's yelling again. Better not argue with him. Hell, I never liked arguing in the first place--I avoid it whenever I can, and when I have to, keep my voice as low and calm as possible. I don't understand why people fight so much, and why some even like it... *coughFanficrantsandMarySuesbutthat'sanothersubjectcough* personally, it scares me. I mean, does yelling at your parents sound like fun? Or listening to them from your room? Yeah, I thought not either.
In other words, it's been ages since I heard this song. And I was mostly playing quiet music until this point.
Curses, and Mom is still worried about there not being enough food in the house, when that is obviously not true. Goddammit, I'm sick of this...
