I awoke to my dad moving around in the squeaky computer chair trying to search for how to apply for a federal ID number, which I'll be honest, I have no clue what it is. He says it's something you need to start up a business. For all I know, it could be something required for you to have before you can buy a moose from the government.
I have no problem with him setting up a business - what I do have a problem with is that he wants to set it up under my name, which 18 years into existance, has not been tarnished by mishandling of things governmental in nature. I have no intention of it being mistreated, either. I'm well aware of every other previous endeavor my dad has started businesswise, and I've stated numerous times that once I go off to college, I can't be worried about a business in Martin County (he thinks in the off chance he's unable to handle it, I'll 'take over the reigns'). Sorry, but preparing for my own future, insuring that I'll have a stable position in society and develop skills that I can put to use, will be much more of a priority over the next four years.
We got into an intense argument this morning. I did raise my voice and I did cuss heavily - but you just don't bother someone with things that you've already told them and explained to them why you don't want anything to do with them at 6 o'clock in the morning and expect light-hearted discussion - not in reality anyway, a place my dad unfortunately seems to not live in most of the time.
My blood was pumping furiously throughout my body for most of the ride to school. With all of this going on, I was still thinking about how I haven't taken a tremendous amount of notes for Mrs. Bentley's research paper still and Brittany's apaprent need to need to be away from the stress of our homelife. Later, I would get into a fight with her while I was driving over my "misuse" of her cell phone, but her psychotic reaction during the rest of the ride home after school was definitely brought upon by how taxing it is on her emotionally to have to rely on an incompetent father. She wants to start renting an apartment at Dempsey. I'm increasingly giving it more thought as the days get more tense.
School calmed things slightly between the two intense bouts of screaming, cursing and overall uneasiness. I say slightly, because it wasn't really enjoyable for the first three hours. Both of the guest speakers were unsatisfactory. The first was promising, maybe just because as he walked into the school he carried himself like a millionaire and this spurred Justin Porter to suggest that maybe he'd give us all $100 bills.
"I'd jizz my pants man," Dustin Meade responded with a chuckle. So would have I Dustin.
Later Porter would say it'd probably be fake money if anything with his face on it. Ironically enough, one of the "I'll involve the uninterested crowd" techniques actually involved fake money, though I couldn't tell if his Speedy-resembling face was imprinted on the purple, orange and green bills.
He opened his speaking with "I'm not a motivational speaker". Good for him - because he sure wasn't motivating anyone in my section to listen to him. If anything, you could have called him a "dismotivational speaker", because he spent the first 30 minutes he was there throwing out statistics about the amount of college students who don't make it through or don't go back after the first or second year. Props to Sheldon Clark for bringing in someone who will further reinforce that Martin County ideology that "no education is be a good thang 'cuz I kin live uff my check, yea son!". I suppose you get your money's worth though, which in this case was $0. He said so himself that he was there for free - I promise.
The second speaker, a man representing Southern College, I met previously at Job Fair, and though he seemed like a nice fellow then when he told me he'd be coming to speak to seniors some time during the coming weeks back in April, he didn't seem like the type of guy who could hold a crowd. My theory was reinforced this morning. When the most memorable part of someone's speech is Jamie Duty's late entrance to school, you've got to rethink the whole public speaking thing.
After lunch things got much better. Byron Meade, Ricky Pinson, David Stacy, Bradley Sampson, Daniel Moore and myself all played badminton in the gym. I was getting pretty decent at it too, up until the point Mrs. Hanson took us to work on our ILP's in the computer lab. I'm 100% now though, so that's something.
Break wasn't anything worthwhile, sorta miserable if anything. Maybe it was the rain - I enjoy rain, but the way it was raining wasn't clicking with me. Maybe it was the thought that I would still have to spend another hour in that scorching computer lab. Maybe it was other things - I'm unsure.
Basketball with Curtis and Daniel after school. Ended up playing at Inez Elementary, and while I did not go there, it riled up a lot of memories of Warfield due to its nearly exact design. We stopped at Dirty Mary's first. Daniel paid for my meal, a kind gesture and the most ideal payback possible, as I bought his meal the last time we were out at DM's. What a luxury it is to have great friends. Sure, it's just a cheeseburger - but that willingness to be there for someone, even just over a 3 dollar sandwhich, should be noted more than it typically is. My friends have done so much for me.
The first quarter of Hawks at Cavaliers just finished up. LeBron's got 16 points already. He's definitely not playing with the individual award nervousness that strikes some players. I'm off to give my entire attention to the rest of the game. Good night everyone. Hope tomorrow is remarkable.
Batman, AWAY!!!
Joshua Aaron Moore
Joshua Aaron Moore
Quote of the Day
"I say all the right things, at exactly the right time, but I mean nothing to you and I don't know why." --- Vertical Horizon, Everything You Want
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