Earlier tonight I was saying something about wanting to watch SNL later. I wasn’t speaking to Psychobrat, yet she felt the need to interject with: “Why can’t you just say Saturday Night Live? It sounds stupid when you say ‘SNL’.”
“It sounds…stupid?” I said. What the hell?
“You sound just like this girl I know who says, ‘L-O-L’ instead of just laughing.”
“…” (I seriously didn’t know how to respond to this.)
“I hate when people say SNL. It sounds stupid.”
“And yet, they’ve been saying it for over forty years now.”
“Well, if you don’t watch the show, which I don’t, then you wouldn’t know what it stood for,” she said indignantly. “You’re just like that girl who says ‘L-O-L’.”
“That’s completely different!” I said. “You say ‘SNL’ for the same reason people say ‘FBI’ instead of ‘Federal Bureau of Investigation’!” Should have asked her if she knew what ‘STFU’ meant.
Then, my dad, who had conveniently not been listening to any of the conversation prior to this, chose to speak up and prove Psychbrat’s point.
“What’s SNL?” he said.
I didn’t bother to respond. My mom did for me. By this point, I was done with the conversation.
On a new subject…. Milo went job-hunting recently, and had just procured one at CareSpot when, on that very day, this guy who was in one of his classes last semester called and offered him a job at MOSH. He told Milo that he remembered him, thought he was a cool guy, thought he could offer him something he’d really enjoy, and could he come in, work part-time, and accept (I can’t remember if it was 10 or 14, so I’ll say 12) $12/hr pay to do cool stuff like make dinosaurs (big dinosaurs) and shave fire extinguishers with razors to make rockets?
It’s perfect for Milo, and I told him it was density, so of course he took it. He called CareSpot back and turned them down. He’ll be working part-time so he can keep going to school, too.
And now he and his sister have found an apartment in San Marco, really close to where he works, and right in his price range, so they’re moving in there at the end of this month.
San Marco is also where Mo lives, so the whole thing is very convenient for him.
Everything seems to be going just so well for him right now; I’m very happy for him.
As for me, I’m just hoping to be accepted to UCF, but I have my doubts. It’s not like I have the greatest GPA in the world, and from everything I hear, it’s really difficult to get in there. I’ve never been one who’s good with academic competition.
So, considering I do get accepted there, I’ll be moving down with Cort at the end of summer. I’d been assuming I’d be coming back here all the time on weekends, but so many people say things like, “Well, you’ll be down there,” as though I’m not going to see Jacksonville at all while I’m there, like once I get there I won’t want to come back.
And if I do come back once in a while, I can’t see him wanting to spend much time with me, since he’s got his girlfriend. I know how that goes. In fact, as soon as he moves out, I expect to hear pretty much nothing from him.
I think he’ll probably write my parents a really nice note, thanking them for everything they’ve done for him, and that’s cool; I’d think it strange if he didn’t do that.
I just hope he doesn’t write me one, too. I really don’t want that. I don’t want him to think of me as his charity case (and odd choice of words, I know, as it would seem to be the other way around).
This is another topic entirely, but I’m always saying that I feel like I’ve lived two lives: The one in Virginia, and the one here. It seriously doesn’t feel to me like the same lifetime, because both parts have been so different.
Recently, however, I’ve begun to realize that Virginia…doesn’t even feel like another life at all…it feels more like a dream that I had a really, really long time ago. I mean, I still talk to a few people from there, but…well, we used to have so many stories that we’d tell over and over again. People (like my mom, I guess) used to think it was so great how we could remember so many stories so well. But I’ve been forgetting things. The only thing I can say is that it feels like it was all a dream. And that’s weird to me.
And now I have to get my homework done. *Sigh.* Another long night, coming up.