September 2 - 7:09 p.m.
I just made my kitty purr. So I feel like a million bucks right now. A million very furry bucks. She doesn't normally do that, y'see.
I think she was just grateful for the company. Cats aren't known for their social qualities, but even by normal cat standards, my kitty is, like, the Christina Ricci of kitties.
But she seemed to be enjoying herself. I think she misses my sister. I'm sure it's just tearing her up inside, knowing she will never again have homework to sit on.
...Oh, hi, yeah, sorry about my last entry. I can never be too careful when I'm dealing with my father. What happened was, my friend Matt took longer to register for classes than he expected, and we had plans to see Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back. We were going to walk, but we didn't have time. Seeing as we both really wanted to see the movie, and we had a short window of time in which to do it, I just took my car.
Of course this is illegal and stupid, but it is not a huge risk, really, since the theater is just across an overpass. I don't normally take this sort of risk anyway, however, this time I felt daring.
It would have been fine had we not taken so long to get back to the car after the movie. Unfortunately, I am fantastically unlucky when it comes to getting caught by my father. Part of this has to do with the unpredictable hours he works, but mostly I just think the big Canadian chick in the sky hates me. Every time I do something dumb, you can be sure my dad will pop up at an inopportune moment to find out.
This time, I arrived at a four way stop right as he did, going the other way. I tried not to make eye contact but he made a nice phatty illegal U-turn and pursued me all the tens of yards it took to get back to my house.
Now, you have to understand, the timing on this could not have been worse. We had just recently engaged in a delightful conversation about exactly what I was allowed to do with my car. What I was allowed to do, was drive around with my parents or approved friends for instructional purposes. What I was most certainly not allowed to do, was illegally transport underage punk kids my dad does not know to stoner movies.
I tried to look like I was caught up in a life-alteringly important conversation with Matt on the way up the driveway, but it was no use. My father started ranting incoherently about rules, and why we have them, and something to do with microscopes; I dunno, I wasn't really listening.
After hovering, hawk-like, in my doorway while Matt gathered up his belongings and called his mom for a ride, my dad finally decided to go back to where he was headed in the first place, but not without promising he would be back, yes siree, to have a talk with me.
Well, clearly, Fuck That. My savior Scott happened to be driving by, so I took off with him. I certainly wasn't going to wait around to be kicked out of my house. Keeping in mind the fact that time is the only thing that makes my wacky parental unit even approach the very concept of rational, I decided to spend a few nights away from the house.
You may think I am overreacting, but, you don't know my father. He's completely unpredictable, and about as mentally stable as HAL-9000. I try not to rock the boat but this sort of thing always flips his metaphorical wig.
Coincidentally, my friend James happened to be looking at getting a motel room for a few nights while the folks he's staying with used the guest room. Seemed like a nice tidy solution, really. I was prepared to spend a few nights in a Motel 6.
It turned out to be unnecessary, because my mom was able to calm him down. After she assured me that I was not going to be kicked out, I returned home. I made it clear to my dad that I do not normally take the car out on joyrides, and he seemed satisfied with my promise not to do it again.
Also he took my keys.
So, that’s my boring anticlimax for today. Yay!
