Oh well. To top off a fabulous day of bitching customers, a bleeding, blistered foot, and a migrane, I got to walk a football field in the rain 
Met a girl I went to middle school with. One of the cheerleaders that made fun of me on a couple occasions. She was actually kinda nice to me. I guess there's always some faith that people change for the better. I tend to lose sight of that myself sometimes, but there's always good cases out there.
One of those cases is my Dad. He's really come a long way. I'm proud of him. He's no saint, but he's actually made a life for himself. There were times he was bumming off me and my appt for a couple months at a time, until he got a girlfriend. Then a couple weeks later he'd be back. And long ago he was an alcoholic. But i'm really proud of him. The past is the past and I believe he's done alot to fix himself.
Edit (3:45am CST)
Just can't sleep tonight. I'm tired of programming. It's all I do lately. Sometimes I really wish I didn't waste my time / money on school and just taken some time to myself to learn how to actually live. It's a damn shame. Here I am, 23 years old, and just starting to learn about people. I guess it's better than me being 35, heh. I'm learning tho. The good, and the bad. Fortunately there IS more good than bad.
Yeah yeah, I'm a little introspective in these journals. If you don't like them, just ignore them. This is my space to be open. I talk about whatever I feel like, and say whatever's on my mind. I never post anything to be mean here. Just what's on my mind. And if you can't deal with my feelings, then don't ever think the outward me will ever really be any different. Aside from possible protocol changes, my principles and ideals remain. And just because I feel a certain way doesn't mean I'm absolutely right, or I think your different opinion is absolutely wrong. I really do respect differing opinions (and in some cases really, really, welcome them).
Well, I'm going to go to sleep now.
Met a girl I went to middle school with. One of the cheerleaders that made fun of me on a couple occasions. She was actually kinda nice to me. I guess there's always some faith that people change for the better. I tend to lose sight of that myself sometimes, but there's always good cases out there.
One of those cases is my Dad. He's really come a long way. I'm proud of him. He's no saint, but he's actually made a life for himself. There were times he was bumming off me and my appt for a couple months at a time, until he got a girlfriend. Then a couple weeks later he'd be back. And long ago he was an alcoholic. But i'm really proud of him. The past is the past and I believe he's done alot to fix himself.
Edit (3:45am CST)
Just can't sleep tonight. I'm tired of programming. It's all I do lately. Sometimes I really wish I didn't waste my time / money on school and just taken some time to myself to learn how to actually live. It's a damn shame. Here I am, 23 years old, and just starting to learn about people. I guess it's better than me being 35, heh. I'm learning tho. The good, and the bad. Fortunately there IS more good than bad.
Yeah yeah, I'm a little introspective in these journals. If you don't like them, just ignore them. This is my space to be open. I talk about whatever I feel like, and say whatever's on my mind. I never post anything to be mean here. Just what's on my mind. And if you can't deal with my feelings, then don't ever think the outward me will ever really be any different. Aside from possible protocol changes, my principles and ideals remain. And just because I feel a certain way doesn't mean I'm absolutely right, or I think your different opinion is absolutely wrong. I really do respect differing opinions (and in some cases really, really, welcome them).
Well, I'm going to go to sleep now.
That's heartening to hear about your father. My own is an incredibly functional alcoholic.
It's been my experience that very few people ignore what they don't like; that would be logical, and precious few act in that way. But then I'm a bit of a cynic.
Ah, to be an insomniac and attend conventions on the moon. I believe there was a Simic poem about that.