I saw Borat on Friday and it was really funny. I totally want to go see it again, but I don't know if anyone will want to go with me. I went to see Death Cab for Cutie with Diana on Friday. I have a couple of songs to add to squareone because of that, but I already had about three that I wanted to add, so it doesn't make much of a difference. I was so psyched when Ted Leo played "Biomusicology" as his last song, I thought he wasn't going to play it, but I was so glad that he did. I love that song, the drums on it are my favorite, it reminds me of the ocean.
I never did mention this, but you can see the ocean from CCRI since it's on a hill. I remember a couple of weeks ago, I saw smoke coming from the beach when walking down the hill. At the time I didn't know what it was, so I watched the news to see, because it looked very weird, I'd never seen smoke come from over there before. It was Rocky Point Amusement Park, the park I used to go to every year when I was little. I miss that place, I wish we could just clear the land out and build another amusement park instead of building condos. Even the casino that we're voting on today seems like a stupid idea to me. I want Rocky Point back, I want cool bands like Sonic Youth to play there, just like they used to. I do hope that the casino bill passes, and the bill to expand the zoo and the one to limit state spending. The taxes are so high in this state that it is ridiculous. All they have been doing lately is ripping up roads and taking forever to fix them, I don't think that's a good use of my tax dollars.
I'm sick of my neighbors being too lazy to mow their own lawns. Every person on my street and the one next to it has people come over to mow their lawn and rake the leaves. Seriously, you can't do that yourself? I just hate it because the guys who do it always park in the road and it makes it harder to drive around here, as if it wasn't hard enough with all the narrow roads. I really don't like living at home anymore. My Dad is depressed, my therapist told me that today and I'm sure she's right. I really want him to get better but he doesn't listen to me. He yelled at me the other night when I told him that if he keeps eating the way he does, he'll have a heart attack, but it's the truth.
My uncle (my father's brother) had a heart attack this week and I was hoping that it might make my Dad realize that if he doesn't cut out the bad foods he eats, that it could easily happen to him. That's the way my grandfather died as well, of a heart attack. Both of them did, really, but my Mom's dad died because he was doing drugs, not because of high blood pressure and cholesterol. It pissed me off that my Aunt didn't tell me my Uncle had a heart attack, she just told me to tell my Dad to call. I hate the way that she doesn't like me and assumes that I am spoiled. I hate people who think that about me, because I try to be giving and I'm sorry if sometimes I act like an asshole. I'm trying hard to better myself, it just doesn't always work out the way I want it to.
I am going to talk to my Dad about going to my therapist with me so she can tell him what she thinks. I hope that he will listen to her because she's a professional and seek some help of his own. I don't think that he needs medication per se, just someone to talk to who will help him deal with the shit that is heaped on him so often and with the things that happened between him and my Mom, because I honestly think that screwed him up, too. I really wish he would find someone else who loves him and is nice to him. I hate the idea of leaving him alone and going out on my own, but I feel it's what is right for me.
I'm really tired. I spent most of the day playing Guitar Hero 2, which is really fun and which I am quite good at. I'm thinking of writing Tristan a note because I just want him to know that I'm still alive and all. He's so adorable and even if he doesn't feel the same way, it just makes me feel better to think about him. I just can't get over the way that he is everythig I've ever wanted in a guy. I want to end up with someone like him, because I think I would fit good with someone like him. I love his name, too. It always makes me think of the play Tristan and Isolde, but I like that. I'm sorry I write about him so much, it makes me think I'm crazy, so if you think so, too, you're not the only one. Katie can't even remember his name, she just calls him the French guy. I have to call my Dad now, I'm supposed to go and vote with him, since it's only my second time voting. Bye!
*Racecar*
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