NoJoMo Made Me Do It

So, I haven’t the slightest idea what I’m about to write about (I spent my day doing a Quickbooks assignment while watching football games), but due to my NoJoMo vow I must write anyway.
 
I suppose I could mention that my parents came to visit the apartment today and discuss the excitement that such visits entail. Sometimes how disconnected they are from society amuses me. For illustrative purposes, here is a sample conversation with my mother:
 
Mother: “What did Lana buy Kyle for their anniversary?”
 
Me: “Oh, I think she just got him a DVD.”
 
Mother: “Oh, what kind of music does Kyle listen to?”
 
Me: “Er, well, he listens to . . . you do realize DVD’s are movies, right?”
 
I was also contemplating earlier how hypocritical I am with my “honesty vow” when it comes to my parents. My parents basically know nothing about my personal life, my opinions, my future plans (ok, so I don’t have future plans, but you get the idea). I never even bothered telling them that Heather and I broke up. Which, granted, I’m sure there’s plenty of 21-year-olds that don’t inform their parents of their relationships, but given the amount of time I still spend interacting with mine it is a bit . . . inconsiderate. I think since they live so vicariously through me it makes it even more difficult to share anything personal with them. It’s hard enough living your life without having other people living theirs through you too.
 
You know, this actually turned into a bit of a genuine entry. Still, if I’m going to keep up the NoJoMo stuff, I think I’m going to have to start doing a few gimmicky things (I might do the somewhat lame “Ask me any question” bit that circles around OD every so often soon). At any rate, I’m enjoying the writing once I force myself to do it, so I think I’m going to keep it up. I’ll check back in with you tomorrow.