Murphy is God
Jul. 19th, 2004 08:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
azuriteYou know the most famous of Murphy's Laws? I'm sure you do, even if you don't know who the heck Murphy is. Here it is: Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong. But Murphy wasn't a pessimist, he was a realist. He looked at the world around him, saw how things happened, and wrote up a list of hilarious-but-true "laws." And I most certainly abide by that one...
For starters, I'm back to my old bad schedule-- sleeping in the day, waking up in the evening, and putzing about at night. Damn. I don't mean to be nocturnal, I just am. For now, anyway. Aw, screw it-- why don't I just go in order, hmm?
The Good: Well, as I said before, I'm almost done packing. Which is a good thing. Even if I do have a few more things to pack, and a brand new situation (see UGLY) to deal with. Tomorrow is Michelle's memorial, and hey look! I'm still alive. Also a good thing. But of course, every silver lined something is undoubtedly a cloud...
The Bad: The bad is that I'm starting to feel the pressure. I'm torn between being sick (okay, summer in San Francisco = winter in some countries) and just going crazy. There always seems like more for me to do, and not enough time or resources in which to do it. Friends to say goodbye to, things to pick up, last minute purchases of things I won't be able to get in LA...
The Ugly: The creme de la creme came when I called Dad today. I did so to find out when he's coming on Thursday, and he still is, it's just the plan has sort of changed. He was going to come with Kathleen, or at least, in her pickup-- that nice, big, silver F-250. Loads of room for all sorts of boxes. But they got into a fight, and Kathleen, who was 90% moved into my Dad's place, has suddenly moved out, and they're pretty much on "broken up" status. I feel really bad for my Dad, who sounded very upset-- and I think that when I said "hi," at first, he thought I was Kathleen.
*sigh* I really hate seeing people --especially family members-- bummed out. I'm perfectly content being uber-depressed and suicidal on my own, because I always bounce back from it. But other people? Nope, I gotta take it upon myself and at least make the effort to help, because... I should. Because I want to, because it's the right thing to do. I like seeing people happy, because it gives me a sense of satisfaction? Is that so wrong?
I suppose there's three options here-- one is to give Dad advice from the female side of the tracks, and, if Kathleen calls, or something, then he'll just say what she wants to hear (even if he's lying through his teeth): "I'm sorry." Apparently Kathleen is being a bit too clingy and not so understanding-- I mean, according to Dad, she was pretty much demanding that he stay in Petaluma, despite the fact that hello, he's getting his teacher's credential at STANFORD!? I'm so proud of my Dad, and I wanna brag to everyone I can. My Dad rocks. He used to suck, but now he rocks. ^_^ And if some chick is going to bring him down, then maybe it is best that they're apart.
The second option is to not say anything, as he's an adult, she's an adult, and it's really none of my business. This is the safe route, and probably the one I'll end up taking. The third option is to admit all the horrible things I never liked about Kathleen in the first place. Nothing like agreeing with someone wholeheartedly when they bash someone to make them feel better. But... it might not work. That kind of happiness over completely trashing someone is only temporary, and believe me, I know.
But, since I'm here, I might as well tell you guys... Kathleen was cool, and nice. But then, so was my Dad's other ex-girlfriend, Melissa, who'd moved in with us and was with us for years. And she ended up cheating on Dad with the leader of a band. Go figure. Kathleen's always made me a mite bit uncomfortable, but I guess it's because I'm one of those post-Divorce kids that didn't try to hook their parents back up, but never liked seeing either parent "move on" and get new BFs or GFs. I hate it more with my Mom than with my Dad-- frankly because I think my Dad has better taste, and also because my Mom is a lot more insensitive to me as of late. At least with Dad and his girlfriends, he's never forgotten that "Oh yeah!" he has a daughter, too. :P
Kathleen got stressed out way too easily-- I remember back at Brooke's wedding shower, she went to such trouble to park her truck, when she easily could have let the valet handle it and come in with me. And SHOCK! The valet didn't cost any extra... -_- Well, so she missed most of the event, and it was pretty awkward when she came in and got introduced to the other females-- as she was adult, and I was sitting with "my age" cousins. And at the few family gatherings-- Thanksgiving, Passover, and Brooke's Wedding, she got very short-tempered very easily. She's one of those types that doesn't yell and scream, but twitches and kind of whines. I mean, I liked her in the long run, but...
*sigh* I just feel bad for Dad. We've been through way too many rough relationships, the both of us. Yeesh, now that I think about it, maybe it's hereditary!? Gah.
1) Go to Newgrounds. Check out the Super Mario's Mishaps. Laugh your ass off.
2) Go back to my previous entry. Respond to my Challenge #3: I Don't Want...
3) Keep your eyes peeled for my Challenge #4, which I hope to post by the time I get to LA and am relatively settled. I already know what it'll be: Challenge #4: A Picture Is Worth 1000 Words. Of course, it's not what you think...
4) Keep nagging me to finish my remaining challenges (unless I'm mistaken, there are 2-- from Mamono and AkaVertigo), along with WDKY. Atlantis needs to nag me to work on 3-8 of Prophecy Girl. ^^;
Welllll... I still have to rearrange some boxes and stuff... Dad just called, and he's coming between 9-11am on Thurs. He hopes to get to LA by 7pm that night, so if he actually sleeps, then he might be the one to pick me up at Burbank. And then, Sunday is the World Championships! Whoo to the hoo hoo!
Last minute things... gotta go to Japantown before I leave. Armed with a mere $20, I will walk away with YGO 37 and 38, plus Peach Girl 18, assuming they have it. If not, special order it and have them ship it to me in Northridge... or find out about a Kinokuniya in LA Central. Or perhaps just give in and buy the Peach Girl Fanbook, since Tokyopop might never translate it. Yep, yep. Must convince Mom to give me MOONEY!!!
For starters, I'm back to my old bad schedule-- sleeping in the day, waking up in the evening, and putzing about at night. Damn. I don't mean to be nocturnal, I just am. For now, anyway. Aw, screw it-- why don't I just go in order, hmm?
The Good: Well, as I said before, I'm almost done packing. Which is a good thing. Even if I do have a few more things to pack, and a brand new situation (see UGLY) to deal with. Tomorrow is Michelle's memorial, and hey look! I'm still alive. Also a good thing. But of course, every silver lined something is undoubtedly a cloud...
The Bad: The bad is that I'm starting to feel the pressure. I'm torn between being sick (okay, summer in San Francisco = winter in some countries) and just going crazy. There always seems like more for me to do, and not enough time or resources in which to do it. Friends to say goodbye to, things to pick up, last minute purchases of things I won't be able to get in LA...
The Ugly: The creme de la creme came when I called Dad today. I did so to find out when he's coming on Thursday, and he still is, it's just the plan has sort of changed. He was going to come with Kathleen, or at least, in her pickup-- that nice, big, silver F-250. Loads of room for all sorts of boxes. But they got into a fight, and Kathleen, who was 90% moved into my Dad's place, has suddenly moved out, and they're pretty much on "broken up" status. I feel really bad for my Dad, who sounded very upset-- and I think that when I said "hi," at first, he thought I was Kathleen.
*sigh* I really hate seeing people --especially family members-- bummed out. I'm perfectly content being uber-depressed and suicidal on my own, because I always bounce back from it. But other people? Nope, I gotta take it upon myself and at least make the effort to help, because... I should. Because I want to, because it's the right thing to do. I like seeing people happy, because it gives me a sense of satisfaction? Is that so wrong?
I suppose there's three options here-- one is to give Dad advice from the female side of the tracks, and, if Kathleen calls, or something, then he'll just say what she wants to hear (even if he's lying through his teeth): "I'm sorry." Apparently Kathleen is being a bit too clingy and not so understanding-- I mean, according to Dad, she was pretty much demanding that he stay in Petaluma, despite the fact that hello, he's getting his teacher's credential at STANFORD!? I'm so proud of my Dad, and I wanna brag to everyone I can. My Dad rocks. He used to suck, but now he rocks. ^_^ And if some chick is going to bring him down, then maybe it is best that they're apart.
The second option is to not say anything, as he's an adult, she's an adult, and it's really none of my business. This is the safe route, and probably the one I'll end up taking. The third option is to admit all the horrible things I never liked about Kathleen in the first place. Nothing like agreeing with someone wholeheartedly when they bash someone to make them feel better. But... it might not work. That kind of happiness over completely trashing someone is only temporary, and believe me, I know.
But, since I'm here, I might as well tell you guys... Kathleen was cool, and nice. But then, so was my Dad's other ex-girlfriend, Melissa, who'd moved in with us and was with us for years. And she ended up cheating on Dad with the leader of a band. Go figure. Kathleen's always made me a mite bit uncomfortable, but I guess it's because I'm one of those post-Divorce kids that didn't try to hook their parents back up, but never liked seeing either parent "move on" and get new BFs or GFs. I hate it more with my Mom than with my Dad-- frankly because I think my Dad has better taste, and also because my Mom is a lot more insensitive to me as of late. At least with Dad and his girlfriends, he's never forgotten that "Oh yeah!" he has a daughter, too. :P
Kathleen got stressed out way too easily-- I remember back at Brooke's wedding shower, she went to such trouble to park her truck, when she easily could have let the valet handle it and come in with me. And SHOCK! The valet didn't cost any extra... -_- Well, so she missed most of the event, and it was pretty awkward when she came in and got introduced to the other females-- as she was adult, and I was sitting with "my age" cousins. And at the few family gatherings-- Thanksgiving, Passover, and Brooke's Wedding, she got very short-tempered very easily. She's one of those types that doesn't yell and scream, but twitches and kind of whines. I mean, I liked her in the long run, but...
*sigh* I just feel bad for Dad. We've been through way too many rough relationships, the both of us. Yeesh, now that I think about it, maybe it's hereditary!? Gah.
1) Go to Newgrounds. Check out the Super Mario's Mishaps. Laugh your ass off.
2) Go back to my previous entry. Respond to my Challenge #3: I Don't Want...
3) Keep your eyes peeled for my Challenge #4, which I hope to post by the time I get to LA and am relatively settled. I already know what it'll be: Challenge #4: A Picture Is Worth 1000 Words. Of course, it's not what you think...
4) Keep nagging me to finish my remaining challenges (unless I'm mistaken, there are 2-- from Mamono and AkaVertigo), along with WDKY. Atlantis needs to nag me to work on 3-8 of Prophecy Girl. ^^;
Welllll... I still have to rearrange some boxes and stuff... Dad just called, and he's coming between 9-11am on Thurs. He hopes to get to LA by 7pm that night, so if he actually sleeps, then he might be the one to pick me up at Burbank. And then, Sunday is the World Championships! Whoo to the hoo hoo!
Last minute things... gotta go to Japantown before I leave. Armed with a mere $20, I will walk away with YGO 37 and 38, plus Peach Girl 18, assuming they have it. If not, special order it and have them ship it to me in Northridge... or find out about a Kinokuniya in LA Central. Or perhaps just give in and buy the Peach Girl Fanbook, since Tokyopop might never translate it. Yep, yep. Must convince Mom to give me MOONEY!!!
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Date: 2004-07-20 06:25 pm (UTC)And you're right, if this woman was giving him grief, and is as you've described, than he might be happier/better off without her, even though he's hurting now.
Nevertheless, it's not my place to say. ^^;;; Heh.
^_^
Date: 2004-07-20 10:46 pm (UTC)