Monday, January 06, 2003
at 4:20 PMDecrease The Surplus Population
The National Honor Roll for the second consecutive year inducted me, meaning I am eligible for twenty-five scholarships they offer (which is, of course, all I really care about).
I do not feel benevolent toward The Father as of late, because when I inquired yesterday as to the whereabouts of the $150 admissions fee I need paid to the University of Missouri, he informed me he did not have it available. I rebuked him most severely and went into a bit of a hysterical fit. Before Christmas The Father told me he had the money set aside, and that it was all taken care of. I told him, if he did not, that I wanted my Christmas money to go toward paying the fee, because to me that was more important. He said I was being silly and not to worry anyhow.
When I flipped out last night, he just did not understand why he so displeased me. If he doesn't have the money, he needs to tell me, straight, that he doesn't have it, rather than lying to my face about it. I don't care anymore if I get gifts at Christmas: a) I'm too old and b) I'm not even Christian; therefore, he is not obligated to get me anything. If he cared about me even slightly, he would have done as I requested, rather than perpetuate the myth that we're a happy family with no problems. Getting into college is more imperative than receiving miscellaneous books and CDs.
I need a job.
My grandpa E-mailed me the news that my aunt Pammy in August sometime expects to hatch a girl. Pam needs a kid, or two, or ten.
Oh, yes, and today I started school again. My Advanced Placement economics class does not appear as daunting as everyone feared when they signed up (or neglected to). April, Bryan, Margaret, and a few other buddies are in there, so I shan't be too lonely or overwhelmed. All my other classes resumed their humdrum familiarity from the fall semester.
