Ok, so after I told Emily from work that if I had a super power mine would be Mind Reading, and that the reason for that would be to improve myself in the eyes of other, we both came to the conclusion that I have some serious “what other people think about me is important” problem. So I’m going to try and not let my crazy OCD personality get in my way anymore. As a result, I have changed what I would want as a super power. I want Super Legs.
That’s right, Super Legs.
I mean, legs that I could jump hundreds of meters into the air, and land perfectly. Oh, they could be robotic, so I could keep some delicious PC Cola inside them. And missiles. I could shoot missiles out of my knees. Also, in a matter of a few dozen jumps, I would be able to get from here to Vancouver in 5 minutes. That would be awesome. Oh, and I would be able to kick in skulls, so I could be a super hero. Or villain.
Maybe a super villain. But I don’t think I could take over the world with just Super Legs. And what would I call myself? Super Legs? That’s really dumb. “Hey everyone, here comes Super Legs!” There’s more to me than just my legs, people!
Anyways. So, I’m at Dad’s for the week. I’ve got Dawn’s Digital Devil Saga 1 here, but did something that I feel bad about to the case… I’m sorry Dawn, but in my haste to get into the packaging, I kinda cut the plastic over the case. I feel really bad and horrible. The case is fine… but the plastic! I looked around desperately for a different Playstation case that I could fiendishly exchange the case with, but alas, apparently there are none in the house. This house is 100% devoid of Playstation. Hmm.
(Sorry Dawn)
I took this week off to spend time with my aunt Jacquie who was up ’til Thursday, and to hang with mah father. Urk! That reminds me!
So, at dinner, I say, exactly, “Dad, could you pass the beans?” That’s how I ask for something. I think that’s polite enough. What does Judy say? Wait… well… What does Judy mumble quietly under her breath? “Please.” Seriously? Please? You want me to say please? I said “could”. Isn’t that enough? I always say thank you. I always say sorry. But I never say please. I mean, we’ll be at a restaurant, and after I order, she’s say “please” for me. It’s really embarrassing. I don’t want to say please. And I’m 19. And you’re not my mom.
This is why I don’t say please… (Yes, this, like everything else on the planet, I have given plenty of thought to) When asking someone to do something for you, they person who is doing the something for you can either do it or not do it. If the person does it, I say thank you, and the world keeps turning and I am polite. If, for some reason, they can’t, than I would have said “please” for nothing. If they can’t do it, saying please won’t make them any more able to do it.
But for some reason, Judy doesn’t really get that, or care when I try to explain it to her. We were at breakfast the other day and were talking about this. She said that she thinks that I don’t say please to be rude. (Come on, everyone, I am not rude. I am polite. Come on.) So my retort was that I think that not being punctual is rude. (Judy is never on time. I mean that literally. Like, to anything, she’s always AT LEAST 15 minutes late. Like, Gordo and I have actually been able to get around this. She says she’s going into town at 2PM and can give us a ride, I tell my mom I’m leaving at 3:30PM. Works every time. Literally.)
Ugh, what ever. I guess me not liking Judy isn’t a HUGE problem in my life. She is pretty much the main reason for me not visiting my father very often.
In closing, sorry Dawn!
