So far, I've not gotten up and its a quarter to eleven, I've had last nites pizza and a piece of jamaican ginger cake for breakfast, along with some seriously strong fresh milled and filtered coffee. Really unhealthy but I'm making a lot of changes and I could have less mornings like this so I'm enjoying the slob factor for the time being.
Almost finishd Narcissism by Alexander Lowen, its really good, I'm seriously considered buying his other books and he's about the only person who's made Reich's version of psycho-analysis really plausible. I'm also reading Michael Swanwick's The Iron Dragon's Daughter and its really absorbing, it draws me in and I could do nothing other than read it, I love it when I'm reading a good steampunk-fantasy cross over and it can have that effect, there's an emotional core at the heart of Swanwick's books which really makes me think.
Today I wanted to have a nice day out, but apparantly my mother had a day off today and I felt bad for her. So I asked her if she wanted to do something together. She wanted to do something together and so we decided to go to Ikea. Then my mother said that I had to tell my father that we'd be going away. I told her that that would be a bad idea, but she incisted. So I went to my father and I told him that my mom and I were going to the Ikea. My father: "Oh, well, then I'm coming too. There is also a Mediamarkt around the corner there, we should go there too. And then we should also go to BeterMeubel (a verniture store), because I want a new cupboard. The one we have right now doesn't match out new table. Well, errr, let's also have dinner at Ikea today, because I really don't feel like cooking. I think I'll take salmon and french fries. Maybe some salad, if they have it. I love salad. We have to check if they also have these new wheels for your mother's chair, rubber ones, these plastic ones totally ruin the floor!" Aaargh. So my dad was coming too. I went to my mother and told her what an fucking idiot she was. There goes my fun day out. Everything about my father's presence ruined my mood, his farting, his coughing, his vomitting sounds, his loud breathing, his penguin walk, his smell. It made me so not happy, so I decided to be annoying. This ruined my father's mood, which made me a bit happier. My annoying behaviour even got me a new chair for in my room! It's this one:
It was €249,- and my father actually didn't want to buy me this one because you can't put your head against it, but when he realized that I'd stay annoying if he didn't buy me it, he bought it anyway. And now I'm happy.
I was sitting outside the classroom waiting to go in, and I saw an airplane hit the tower. The TV was obviously on. I used to fly myself and I said, "There's one terrible pilot."
- George W. Bush -