My parents will be out of town for the next few days (Monday-Thursday).  Now the normal teenager would be like wahoo, party time, etc, etc.  Nope, the mood the quite the opposite.  My dad will be in Boston at Brigham and Womens Hospital having a medical procedure done to address some cancer.  He is having his prostate thingy removed in an effort to stop cancer in its tracks.  So dad will be out of comission for a while and mom is taking the week off to help him out.  From his explainations to me it sounds pretty unfun with tubes sticking places tubes are not suppose to be.  Well, I certainly hope everything goes OK, actually.. Im not giving thought to any other plan.  Its been kind of depressing when he calls me to show me where the important financial stuff is and who to call incase.. well, Im not going to go there.

So if I seem a little wierded out this week, this next weekend, etc.  Im sorry and Ill get over it as soon as possible.   It should also be know that my parents are keeping this to themselves.  If they tell people, all they say is medical procedure.  Only close family, friends, and co-workers know.  I consider you all friends, probably pretty close to me or connected somehow if youre reading this, so its ok if you know.  But if, in the course of talking with them, it comes up, I would recommend acting completely shocked and confused because they dont know about this site at all.

The other part of this is a continuation of the last blog.  I never told you all the reasons but Ill probably be looking for elsewhere to chill on the weekends, assuming people are still free.  I have a feeling mom most likely wont be in the mood to have people over while dad is recovering.  So, Im hoping some good movies come out and Ill go get very very slow food to pass the night away.  Maybe Ill find somewhere cool to be, maybe a mall that allows kids in (god, isnt that rebelious of the pyramid management group), maybe Ill umm i dunno, Im out of ideas already.  Walk.. I could go for a walk lol.. idk.  Hopefully some ideas will come to me, or someone will suggest some ideas, or anything really.. just let me know.

Thanks again and good luck dad!

DISCLAIMER:  Yes, I'm rather harsh and somewhat blunt during this blog.  I am very frustrated, so much so that I didn't eat much dinner at all and was ready to storm out.  I need to get out of here sometime soon.  My car better be fixed Friday night so I can get out this weekend or I think I'll die.

Well, another school committee meeting another blog.  Tonight and today was a very frustrating day.  The "Chemistry Olympics" was a wash as the demo's were replaced with a PowerPoint... Very boring.  But that didn't get me down as much, there are only two days left in the school week and we get a whole Friday off to chill.  Bingo... Here's the hot button topic of tonight.  Let me throw in some background.  The meeting is a 6:30 meeting so I needed to be here at 6.  Well, since we usually eat dinner at 6 I offer to go get myself a grinder from Subway.  Well, Mom offered to start the chicken pot pie earlier but I told her that I would take care of my grinder and she could stay sleeping.   I got back on the computer and come 5:30 my brother yells "DINNER!"  Ugh... Mom started the chicken pot pie earlier and there goes my subway and I was really in the mood for a chicken breast grinder....  But ok, I can live with chicken pot pie, maybe mom made it right today.  Next at bat is Friday.  Kevin asked if mom had school Friday, she did so we'd be home alone for the day.  As I mentioned in my previous blogs, my car is going in to the shop that day so we would be walking/biking anywhere.  That was ok by me, I'm ok with exercise.  But here's the kicker... Mom throws in "Yeah, you guys can have a quiet day to yourselves.. But I'm not comfortable with you having friends over; specifically you alone with Katie."  At this point I've been verbally slapped in the face.  I started the default argument of "do you not trust me?" and things along those lines.  Of course she "trusts" me.... But that's a lie.  I have plenty of examples to corroborate this.

1. My parents have come downstairs when we're watching a movie to "check on the ice cream."  Who does that?  The ice cream is in the freezer... The freezer has been working fine for the past 10 years, what tells you it will fail today.  Of course, my parents quickly left after seeing that everyone was appropriately seated on the couch (and they don't like 'Rent').

2. My parents use my brother as a chaperone.  This one just grrr... I don't know how to describe it.  I've seen them whispering to him "you keep an eye on the two of them" or "make sure to chaperone those two."  Mom and Dad: I really appreciate you using my younger brother to spy on me, it really makes me feel secure in my own house.  If I ever have any problems, I'll just leak them to Kevin so they go right to you.  OK, I Need to calm down a tab; I'm almost crying and that is not looking good at a public meeting.

3. Closed Doors.  This one doesn't get me as much but it still frustrates me.  My dad advised me that I better leave my door open if I didn't want mom to get mad.  I would leave my door open if that meant you would stop coming in.  I we're listening to music you insist on asking what we're listening too.  Maybe I'm singing along, that doesn't give you the right to do the same.  If we're watching TV, don't ask what show it is or sit down and start watching... its just so darn obnoxious that idk...

Well, I know my mom doesn't trust me.  She has no reason to not trust me either.  I have never participated in anything that would give her reason to doubt my judgment or doubt her trust in me.  I've managed upwards of 30 fifth thro twelfth grade students at summer camp without adult interaction for half a day, can I not manage myself an another very responsible individual for 3 or 4 hours until you come home?  I don't know too many high schoolers who have been in charge of an after school activity in a public high school that had run without an advisor or supervision for close to a year, show me one you cannot trust and I'll start to take you seriously.

Where does she get these ideas that can create doubt in me?  Unfortunately, I have a few ideas.... Opera.  I remember a show a few years back when Opera nearly gave my mom a heart attack.  Opera was dealing with teenage sex and my mom was completely dumbfounded that this happened.  Of course my mom neglected Opera's disclaimer that these behaviors are only demonstrated by certain teenagers.. my mom got some completely wrong and honestly insulting concept that in her absence I would participate in actions I might regret.  Well mom, I'm not stupid.  But apparently you don't realize that.  I just can't figure out if I can make it any clearer to you.  It frustrates me how you don't trust me at all on just about any levels.  It took my dad about 5 years to trust my computer skills, I spent 5 years sending emails to the tech guy at my dad's company making sure the ideas would actually work.  Also, Mom always says that once your 18, its up to you to control what time your out, who you hang out with, what you do, blah blah blah.  But tonight I already saw her clauses coming out.  Honestly mom, it makes me very sad to know that the amount you trust me can be equivocated to the chances that I'll get into MIT without applying.  You've always been there for me making sure I never really follow my dreams, telling me that aiming low is the best way to go.  Time and time again you tell me, "Maybe you should try something a little easier, are you sure you'll be able to get that done?"  Well mom, wake up... The projects that get that A, the 100/100, the "wow", have always been the ones you've told me to give up on, to scale down, or to stop all together.  Thanks for always being there, to encourage my education, support me in scouting, and trust me with my friends.

Ok, I'm home from my meeting and a little less infuriated but I have a few last pleas.  Any one have any advice how to fix this?  Long term, short term, any term?  Talking to my mom is useless because her reasoning is she "trusts me" so she really doesn't have a reason.  And what adds to what bothers me is that she doesn't give me chances to prove that she can trust me at all.. maybe letting us be alone for a few hours would show you that we can act responsible or gain your trust… or no…  just don't let that situation ever present itself…. That's clearly the correct thing to do because you can govern 24 hours a day and 7 days a week of my life for the rest of it.

HELP!?!

Last night… wow, what I night.  When I think of last night soo many things come to mind… too many to try and list.  I’ll try and walk you though my night in a timeline sort of fashion… some things I won’t talk about because I may have forgotten, chose to not talk about, or can’t describe then adequately.

Let’s get it on…. Lol.. I don’t like saying that, I don’t wanna say that ever again.

2:00pm – I started taking a shower… Kevin advised that I should take a shower early so my hair has time to de-fuzz.  I took a rather long and hard shower… GATTACA Style… leave no DNA behind… I tried extra hard to not comb my hair because I was given explicit instructions to not comb my hair a lot.

3:40pm – Time to get dressed.  I enjoy dressing up, the clothes generally feel really good and I like collars and fancy pants.  The shoes were pretty comfy too, but they are laced differently which is frustrating.  Speaking of shoes, when you rub them together they vibrate really fast and tickle my feet.  Tee hee hee.  But the pants I got to wear were super cool.  They were not only made of thin and light material but they a built in harness effect going on.  Good pants, too bad they were rentals.

4:30pm – Katie and her mom came over… Katie look really really really beautiful.  So beautiful I think I was speechless and couldn’t express how great she looked.  We took lots of pictures, and I don’t think there are too many pictures when we are looking at the same camera.  But Katie’s mom is really nice, and my rents are embarrassing.  

4:45pm – Jean and Steph showed up.  They helped to distract the rents which was good. We took more pictures, even Kevin got into the mix for a few of them.  It was ok.. but my rents continued to be embarrassing… but I keep learning how they are really bad.. like beyond bad.

Ok, I’m getting tired of this clock thing.  

We got to cotillion, and found are table.. the numbering system is weird; they used words instead of numbers.. weird.  But we hung around at the table for a few minutes, then when more people got there we walked around… everyone was taking pictures with the girls and stuff but it was cool… lol.  

Dinner came, it was weird… the bread made some funny art… the soup was more like juice.. and the salad only had 2 cucumber pieced.. cheapos.  The Turkey came, it looked weird.  It was thrown over some stuffing with very thick gravey, the turkey was kinda stringy.. and had some really bad pieces… the mashed potatoes had the skins in it… I don’t like potato skins because they remind me of elephant skin.  

After dinner it was time to dance, probably my biggest fear of the night.  I had 0 clue how other people would be dancing and I was all… how will I copy them.  It turns out guys aren’t expected to dance very well at all.  It seemed the really important thing to do it move up and down with the music… bending your knees and stuff.. I can do that but it feels kinda stupid, everyone else looked like they were doing it so I kept it up.  I really had no clue what I could do with my hands.  Girls were lucky, they could hold their dresses or adjust their hair to make it part of a dance.. as a guy I have nothing to do.  So I really didn’t do anything with my hands, I just bobbed up and down and such.  

I did that for a while, but then at one point someone came over and started dancing (grinding) on my gf.. I was like what the?  I could tell she was not pleased but I was like.. what do I do… just pull her away or something… luckily someone noticed what was going on and pulled her away.  

But some slow songs played and it was pretty cool dancing, yearbook took a picture but I’m not sure how it comes out so yeah…  and other kinda dancing was pretty hott, yes… I’m using the word hott…  I’m not sure what you call it, well.. I do.. but I’m not sure how much I like the term because I previously associated it with.. nevermind.  Dancing makes my love grow stronger, even though I’m really bad at it; being close to the person you love is just so great.  

Dancing ended, we got in the limo with Earl to go to Wendy’s.  We got there and it looked closed.  Luckily Katie spotted someone working the drive thro.  Being in a limo, there is no easy way to drive tho so we got out and walking in the hailing weather.  I felt bad wearing my jacket, because I def didn’t need it and you looked cold.  

Eventually we got back and went to jeans house for a few minutes, we listened to some random music and hung out.. it was relaxing.  Then we all piled in the car and started to drive me home… going like 15mph.  We got to my house and I ended up stuck in my door… grr that was embarrassing but no one seemed to notice too much.  

It was a super great amazing night.  I’m gonna remember it for a really long time.  Thanks sooo much for making it a super night.  It was just wow… I can’t describe it.  I wouldn’t change it for the world… besides that one incident.  

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Remember all those old TV shows where you would sit down to here "Story Time".. or even those good ol' days in Kindergarden/PreSchool when everyone would gather round to here the teacher read a story... well I can't remember them either... but I'm going to pretend like I do.

I can't write a good introduction to describe the setting so I'll just say it:
Medieval Times, back when people lived around castles and stuff. 

There once was a young lad named Peter.  Peter was going to be celebrating a birthday coming up, his "Almost Sweet but they didn't have chocolate back then Sixteen" birthday.  Now in Peter's kingdom, a young lad could learn to drive a carriage at the age of sixteen.  Peter's Parents encouraged him to go see the king to get his official seal to start practicing with horses and carriages.  Peter on the other hand, was not interested in horses and carriages at the moment.  He was quite content riding in the family carriage and having his parents take him places.

Well, his parents forced him to take Carriage Driving classes with the local Knight which is another story all together, but during those classes he got the official seal of the King.  By the way, did I mention this is 3 months after his "Almost Sweet but they didn't have chocolate back then Sixteen" birthday?  Anyways, Peter completed the barn room class work easily.  No real problems. Peter had still yet to actually drive a carriage, and he was ok with that.

Over the next year, Peters parents slowly forced him to drive the family carriage to church, to the store, to meetings in the castle, etc.  Peter really did not enjoy driving with his parents right there yelling at him for "turning the horse too much" or "pulling on the reigns to fast" but he kept at at.  Well, one year after he completed the initial barn room sessions with the Knight, Peter saw the King again and got his official "Horse and Carriage Driver's Paper".  With one string attached, Peter could only drive his brother Lauren... no one else unless a parent was in the car.

In the next few months, things started to change a little for Peter... no, I'm not talking about puberty you morons.... Peter started hanging out with friends more and wanting to hang out with them more.  Peter was luck to have two friends who got their "Horse and Carriage Driver's Paper" earlier so they could now drive anyone, and the king and his men would not care at all.  This worked out great for Peter whenever his friends were available.. sure, he felt bad that he couldn't return the favor yet, but he figured that eventually he would be able to. 

Well, other stuff happened with Peter too... Peter started hanging out with... ummm... what did he call her...Jane... sure, Jane the princess.  Peter noticed how beautiful Jane and how cool she was and how much he had in common with her and then other stuff happened that we'll skip over because it's for another tale that I don't wanna tell.  But now it would be really helpful if Peter could drive other people, like Jane, so they could hang out more.  Of course Peter, who at this point still didn't have his "Horse and Carriage Driver's Paper" long enough, was not legally able to do so.  Peter doesn't like run in's with the King so he follows the law most of the time. 

Peter is at this point very frustrated at himself.  He knows that if he had wanted to drive a horse and carriage when he was eligible too he could (with time to spare) be driving anywhere with Jane and his friends.  But for the time being Peter has to rely on other people to drive them, or Peter can drive himself and meet her somewhere or he could drive over to her house but that might be awkward because of Jane's "Moat And aXes" (which is simple called Max) and Jane's "Really Embarrassing Nice Teachers" (or rents).  Both of which make it hard to Peter to go over to Jane's house.   And Peter would feel just as awkward if he asked Jane to meet him somewhere to hang out because that means the rents might have to be involved... all in all, Peter is in an overall bad situation. 

Honestly, Peter wasn't sure if he has a chance of ever hanging out with Jane because of the lack of a "Horse and Carriage Driver's Paper".  He's very grateful that Jane, while most likely pfft'ed at him, understands that Peter is very bad at all this, and there is no way to change the past without involving Merlin.  Peter is working on getting better at other stuff too, stuff that we won't talk about because it wouldn't flow in this fairy tale.

Peter knows what he has to do.. or at least he has an idea.  In two new moons, Peter will be able to drive everyone.  So Peter will make it up to Jane and everyone else he hasn't been able to drive by going out a lot and such... but those two months.. oh wait.. moons.. seem to be a far way away.

And they all waited two months and then lived happily ever after.  Well, I'm not sure about the "happily ever after" part because things always come up and "ever after" can be a long time and I'll just stop before I dig this hole and deeper.  But for the time being, happily ever after.

Story times over now