My Life is Wacked

Dear Log,

                  Well, I feel like venting, so here I am. Don’t worry, it’s nothing serious. Things have just gone a little coocoo around here lately. Both of my parents have gone slightly batty, to say the least. I think my dad has set a record for the amount of words splurted out one minute. He’s having another manic episode..actually I’m not sure how much of it’s immaturity, how much is arrogance and how much is just simply his condition. This is my diary, so I can call my dad arrogant and immature if I want to, heh. Talk to him, you say? You obviously haven’t met my father. I finally mustered up the courage to tell him to quit the endless ramblings about work and lets just say.. he didn’t take it too well. ha. Pissing my parents off is part of my job anyhow. Oh, and then there’s mom. She’s renovating the upstairs, redecorating her room and her office, working 3 jobs, having a party this weekend, and giving a lecture to a bunch of university students, and not to mention being Becky and I’s mother. She’s so sweet though. She made a little attempt to remind us what its like having a mother by cooking us a steak dinner, with mashed potatoes and caesar salad. Mmm.. nothing like a home cooked meal. I honestly couldn’t recall the last time she’d set foot inside the kitchen. (This is me venting..remember?) So in conclusion ( ha saying that reminds me of grade 6) the parents are driving themselves insane, and me at the same time. At least it’s entertaining. In between appointments, my dad came over and lugged a 300 pound sofa up the steps, killing his back and destroying the downstairs staircase at the same time. It’s quite a talent. Turned a seemingly simple and relatively painless endeavor, into a 3 hour screaming match between him and my mother. What..diaries are about being honest, right? Oh, I have good news! I have a 2nd job interview at Toys R Us in about an hour. Then we’re having a fun little partay to celebrate the end of school at Jocelyn’s. This weekend is my soccer tournement, and then I’m going to the Gay Pride Perade on Sun. Go me! I cant spell perade! And then I’m going to Wonderland with Jocelyn, Becky, Lauren and Sam on Mon. I missed Wonderland so much over the winter! So there you have it. Exams are a thing of the past, and freedom is no longer an alusive dream. For whoever reads this, thank you for bearing my rantings and boring details of my life. Until next time.