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I don't know why I am still awake. Wide awake, no less; not even the slightest bit drowsy. I guess the whole fact that I don't have to be awake until 7 has me thinking I can stay up longer. Maybe it's the fact that I had Stephen over today to play N64 games (our usual when he comes over), but today I also introduced him to The Sims. I gave him the first CD (not the current expansion pack that I'm running) and told him to call me when he got everything up and running, or if he had any questions. (My random idea of giving him the game made me completely overlook giving him the game manual.) He called me once around 6:40, asked two questions, but then had to do because it was dinner time at his house. He said he would call back in a 1/2 hour, and obviously it has been longer than that. I could possibly be subconsciously be still awake and wired because of that, or just having excited energy of being able to hear what the thought of the game. Or... Maybe I'm still awake because I am listening to my father get ready for work. I saw him when he got home this morning... He was coming up the hallway, while I was finishing my routine of getting ready. Whenever I see him in his uniform, I can almost sense some hesitation in the way he carries himself. He seems to quicken his pace to get by, and looks down. I am not sure if this is really what his body language is showing, or if it is a combination of his normal habits that I have just forgotten, and the new found guilt I have for him going back to work. Before, I never cared about the fact that he had been working since he was 9. He would say that after two years of being retired, he was already bored. He said he wanted to go back to work. But the fact that I can tell that he's isolated at his work, and it only exhausts him and probably is making him feel more alone, makes me feel horrible. Even while writing this, I'm trying to think of some way to ask him how he is. I know there is nothing I can say to make him lose the job, nor do I have very much room in the words that I choose to keep him from yelling at me. Maybe I'll e-mail him. That's my usual tactic for addressing sensitive issues with him, anyway.
I look a Psychology test on Friday. I think I did pretty damn well. Mainly because I was done first, as I knew all the answers to be able to be breeze through it. I took another test today, in Anatomy, which I am pretty sure I got either an A or a high B in, simply because I am the shit. I have an Algebra test approaching on Wednesday... I'm looking forward to it, since I have noticed that I am able to TEACH the content that I have been learning to other people in the class who do not understand. But, watch, I'll make tons of dumbfuck mistakes and get a B like I did last time.
Feels good to be complaining about getting B's.
In the back of my mind is the issue of prom... Stephen will probably be apart of a complicated plan to try to get two people together (one unwilling, of course) and Stephen may basically have to play as a pity date. So, that leaves me dateless... I guess I don't mind going stag, but I really wanted a date. Blah. I seriously doubt that no one will ask me... And if Bobby asks me, I will have to say I already have a date. I wasted homecoming on him... He's not getting prom, too.
But I'll show everyone. Everyone who isn't asking me, that is. On May 19th, I am going to look so hot...