Boring past couple of days
Haven't really had anything to write about the past couple of days, so I didn't really see the point in it. There's only so much you can say about playing SWG when the servers are up, and when they're not, reading my book instead. Course, from doing this I've gotten about double what I was on my wookie character, and I've gotten though 200 + pages in my book. I've also been making a new layout on the side, though, I already feel like I'm not liking it as much as I did when I first started, as I always do if I spend too long working on any particular layout.
Today I finally cleaned and vacuumed my room. It had been desperately needing it since even before I painted, and when Matt went to class today and the SWG servers were down again, I opted to clean and put away things instead of reading more. I also did all of my laundry, though I haven't folded or put away any of it yet. While I was vacuuming, I also did the living room. I had wanted to get it done before my mother got home, as a surprise, but even over the roar I could hear her coming up the steps right as I was almost finished with the living room. She opened the door and said something... can't remember what... but either way, it just meant she was thrilled I was doing it.
All day, whenever I went into the kitchen, I had to dea decth my father "feeling bad." For him, this means looking particularly more pathetic than usual, and literally moaning or sighing loudly every couple of minutes. A couple of days ago he was also walking odd (skooting and thumping his feet like a toddler would) and talking with a very airy voice. It was all an act, because I caught him walking fine soon after when he thought no one was looking, and then later when he got somewhat upset at something his voice was strong and loud like usual. It's all simply an act to get some pity. And, I swear, he even made himself moan and sigh louder so that I could hear him over the vacuum. He had wanted me to go to the store and pick him up some soup. I simply didn't respond and didn't go.
Today was a gorgeous day. I wish the thought would have come to my mind to go walking while it was still light out, instead of while I was taking a path some 7 hours later around 8PM. Hopefully I'll remember tomorrow, and hopefully I'll go... or at least go out to the garage (maybe with some music, so I can stay out there longer) and use whatever that piece of workout equipment that my mother just had to have but never uses is called. Maybe work out my arms. I could stand to have better shoulders.
Obviously, I still really didn't have anything to write about. I had the chance to go out with Sandy a couple of nights ago, but we both weren't feeling well. Stephen has been calling me, and I keep forgetting to call him back at reasonable hours. I would still really like to hear about his trip to New York... which, hell, might have happened a week ago? I'm not sure... this week seems to have flown by for some reason. Heh... maybe it's because I haven't written?