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Destiny was conspiring against us
Nov. 27th, 2003 04:50 pmWell, I'm finally here in Northridge. In reality, I've been here a few solid hours... heck, we're supposed to have dinner soon, but no one's really here, and Thanksgiving is supposed to be some huge fiasco with tons of people I'm related to that I don't really know... o_O
Anyway, it was next to impossible to actually get here. I mean it when I say destiny was conspiring against my father and I when we tried to leave. First, I got into a huge fight with my mom, that left me depressed and angry. She took a phone call and seemed to have no intention of coming back to say anything further to me, so I left... since my dad had called in the midst of it (telling me that we would have to leave the NEXT day, as his GF had fallen ill, and he wanted to wait for her) I was to meet him at Round Table.
Turns out Mom heard that, and followed me there... I guess we sort of made up, but to be frank, our "relationship" is on the rocks. She did get me some travel food and a camera though. Anyway, Dad arrived sooner than expected, and I gave him wrong directions (I don't know my own neighborhood!) to find me... thankfully he didn't run into my mom. But he did yell at me, hardly offering any comfort considering I'd been crying my eyes out some twenty minutes before. *sigh* And we went all the way back up to Petaluma for the night.
Bloop (the kitten renamed) didn't run into me that night, but that's only because I ended up spritzing her with the water bottle a few times, when she tried to tear into my down sleeping bag. Anyway, I read "The Da Vinci Code" (great book, rather controversial! not done yet, though)
So we woke up at 5:30 (I woke up a few times in the night, including when the phone rang with Dad's gf telling him she was too sick to come) to get ready and go... the cat was going psycho and mewling all over the place. And it's 33 degrees outside... ice on the grass, on the windsheild... and the crack on the windsheild got worse, heading south again towards the wipers. *sigh* So we finally get the car warmed up and we go, but guess what happens? We need gas. But we head to the bank, and since it's before 7am on a HOLIDAY, Dad's check can't clear. The supermarket's closed. And we're both overdrawn.
HOW THE HELL DID I GET OVERDRAWN!? And not just minorly, like $3, (overdrawn at all is bad though, especially for me) but a "dad-sized fuck-up" (his words, not mine) of $75. Dad was over $200. *sigh* I'm still baffled that all this happened. I won't have ANY money for ANYTHING this weekend. I can PRAY Baba will give me some money, but that's selfish of me, isn't it?
So we had to go all the way back home and pick up two credit cards with very little on them... just to get gas. On the way home, we got LOST. -.-; It was that dark and foggy. Well, when we finally got gas, we got on the road. I slept... the few times I woke up, I read my book. Dad put his foot in his mouth when I sleepily woke up to him demanding trail mix, which I wanted myself... I was being unnecessarily greedy about it, but I hurt in a million places and was sleepy. He said that the greediness I was displaying I must have gotten from my mom. -.-;
Well, we're here now, dinner's supposed to be soon, blah blah... I might go to CSUN tomorrow. I hope I don't freeze, it looks windy outside.
On the bright side, I got a FANTASTIC review today from someone at FFnet, and now I'm reading her fics, which RULE! I just wish I had photoshop or dreamweaver on this compie here (which has more than enough speed and space for it) since I'm so in the mood to web design... *sigh* Knew I forgot stuff. I mean, my photos, my cell charger (dead already) and NOW my CDs. Seriously, the original Turkey tape didn't suffice for the ride there, and Dad needs to upgrade his tape collection. I wish I'd finished that project in time.
I don't even think Dad liked the DVDs I got him... maybe it was because his GF took the TV/DVD player back when she went up to Oregon for a project... but... sigh. I just thought Dad would appreciate it, you know? *shakes head* Why do I bother?
Anyway, it was next to impossible to actually get here. I mean it when I say destiny was conspiring against my father and I when we tried to leave. First, I got into a huge fight with my mom, that left me depressed and angry. She took a phone call and seemed to have no intention of coming back to say anything further to me, so I left... since my dad had called in the midst of it (telling me that we would have to leave the NEXT day, as his GF had fallen ill, and he wanted to wait for her) I was to meet him at Round Table.
Turns out Mom heard that, and followed me there... I guess we sort of made up, but to be frank, our "relationship" is on the rocks. She did get me some travel food and a camera though. Anyway, Dad arrived sooner than expected, and I gave him wrong directions (I don't know my own neighborhood!) to find me... thankfully he didn't run into my mom. But he did yell at me, hardly offering any comfort considering I'd been crying my eyes out some twenty minutes before. *sigh* And we went all the way back up to Petaluma for the night.
Bloop (the kitten renamed) didn't run into me that night, but that's only because I ended up spritzing her with the water bottle a few times, when she tried to tear into my down sleeping bag. Anyway, I read "The Da Vinci Code" (great book, rather controversial! not done yet, though)
So we woke up at 5:30 (I woke up a few times in the night, including when the phone rang with Dad's gf telling him she was too sick to come) to get ready and go... the cat was going psycho and mewling all over the place. And it's 33 degrees outside... ice on the grass, on the windsheild... and the crack on the windsheild got worse, heading south again towards the wipers. *sigh* So we finally get the car warmed up and we go, but guess what happens? We need gas. But we head to the bank, and since it's before 7am on a HOLIDAY, Dad's check can't clear. The supermarket's closed. And we're both overdrawn.
HOW THE HELL DID I GET OVERDRAWN!? And not just minorly, like $3, (overdrawn at all is bad though, especially for me) but a "dad-sized fuck-up" (his words, not mine) of $75. Dad was over $200. *sigh* I'm still baffled that all this happened. I won't have ANY money for ANYTHING this weekend. I can PRAY Baba will give me some money, but that's selfish of me, isn't it?
So we had to go all the way back home and pick up two credit cards with very little on them... just to get gas. On the way home, we got LOST. -.-; It was that dark and foggy. Well, when we finally got gas, we got on the road. I slept... the few times I woke up, I read my book. Dad put his foot in his mouth when I sleepily woke up to him demanding trail mix, which I wanted myself... I was being unnecessarily greedy about it, but I hurt in a million places and was sleepy. He said that the greediness I was displaying I must have gotten from my mom. -.-;
Well, we're here now, dinner's supposed to be soon, blah blah... I might go to CSUN tomorrow. I hope I don't freeze, it looks windy outside.
On the bright side, I got a FANTASTIC review today from someone at FFnet, and now I'm reading her fics, which RULE! I just wish I had photoshop or dreamweaver on this compie here (which has more than enough speed and space for it) since I'm so in the mood to web design... *sigh* Knew I forgot stuff. I mean, my photos, my cell charger (dead already) and NOW my CDs. Seriously, the original Turkey tape didn't suffice for the ride there, and Dad needs to upgrade his tape collection. I wish I'd finished that project in time.
I don't even think Dad liked the DVDs I got him... maybe it was because his GF took the TV/DVD player back when she went up to Oregon for a project... but... sigh. I just thought Dad would appreciate it, you know? *shakes head* Why do I bother?
