Life at Home

So life at home has had its ups and down. On one hand, I have done a great deal of shopping and a lot of it was paid for by my sister. So that's nice. On the other hand, being home certainly has its downs. For one. I get absolutely no work done here. Why is this you might ask. Well other than my natural tendencies towards procrastination and avoidance, my dad is home.

Now being home with my dad has some ups and downs. On one hand, my dad always manages to come out with these gems of quotes which I then entertain people with using an accent that probably sounds nothing like him. On the other hand, my dad is legitimately crazy and he sort of has this "You will bend to my will or else" mentality. Honesty if I had 5 dollars for every time my dad told me he was cutting me off, I probably wouldn't have to worry about him cutting me off. I honestly think my dad is still bitter that I didn't become a doctor. He denies this, but I know it is the case. I blame the fact that he is old and clearly getting senile. The bright side of him getting older is that the length of time he stays mad at me after our arguments seems to be decreasing.

So one thing I learned about my dad was that he hates hates hates red lipstick. At my cousins wedding I was all dressed in a nice dress etc and I wore red lipstick. I see my dad, the first thing he says to me is "What is wrong with your face. You don't even look human"...um...thanks Dad.

Another little gem from my dad...He asks me if I'm going to the gym... I say yes...he says "good..otherwise you won't be nice to look at". Again...thanks Dad.

So my plans for going to the gym all the time didn't work out so much either.. sort of like going to the library all the time didn't work out. This is because every day since I got back from San Diego my dad would proceed to wake me up at 8 am by screaming at me. Great. Then I would have to spend the day either helping him with his tax shit or ended up driving him places so there would go my day. By the time we got home I just wasn't in the mood to go to the library and studying at home just means constantly getting interrupted by him needing help with random shit. So yeah. studying didn't work out so well. and as far as the gym goes. well that was i guess a combination of him not letting me go when i needed to and me being to lazy to go later.

I did actually go for a swim when I was home which is usually nice because the gym and pool are almost always really quiet. so i finish my swim and i'm ready to relax in the whirlpool for a bit. I'm really enjoying my calm peaceful serenity when a dad brings his two toddlers in....agghhhh. The dad...who is considerably fat, then proceeds to take off his shirt to expose his hairy chest. The kids of course are screaming. Now, if there are two things I hate...it is screaming children and fat men with hairy chests. Then as if things couldn't get any worse....an old lady comes and sits down in the whirlpool. now..fine. it is a public place. I can not be upset when people want to also enjoy it. But, it is a large whirlpool..where does she sit but TWO FEET AWAY FROM ME! Why????? So, children, hairy fat people, and old people way to close to me. I was less than thrilled.

I am now reaching the point where I am done with being home. Being with my dad is always a catch 22. I am generally miserable most of the time i'm around him but I feel guilty when I don't spend time with him. Lose lose. However, I've now reached the point where I think I can go back to London and not feel toooo guilty. Plus I've pretty much done all the shopping I can afford now. Nothing here for me in the states anymore.

plus. i hear the ucl library is a pretty happening place. anxious to get back there. even though it means being in the library and never leaving until i actually learn this crap.