Jumble

So it's been a while since I updated. I've wanted to, I've just not wanted to. (yeah.) So . . . graduated. Drama. Went home. Mostly slept and ate. Came back. Been trying to be motivated to study.

Graduation. So my dad had to do his inevitable drama queen act the day of graduation. Forget that I showed him where to park the night before, we said where to park numerous times, and then they had it on the radio thing where to park. That morning he was a total blithering idiot. Okay, it wouldn't really matter where we parked except that he won't bother to get off his ass and can't walk more than 20 feet without being too tired. I mean, he was in better shape three weeks after his bypass surgery than he is now. It's not like he's too busy to exercise. He goes in to school a max of four hours a day (and not always 5 days a week), comes home and then does NOTHING. Oh, wait he naps and watches re-re-re-reruns on t.v. But I digress. So we had to park carefully so he could walk to the stadium. Fine. They had bus pickups. But he insisted on trying to park in one of the farthest places from the stadium that didn't have pick up. Finally we got him to move and head to where we were supposed to park. Now, I was supposed to be on the soccer field by a certain time to march in and the traffic was really slow. It would have been best if I could have hopped out the car and just walked there but nnooo, I had to show him where to park. Basically I was so late, I didn't get a chance to go to the bathroom before the 3 hour thing on the field. I got there just in time to walk in and I was just so stressed I wanted to cry. It was hot, I was in a black robe, and squeezed between two people in black robes. I don't do well in the heat and felt sick, miserable, and really had to go to the bathroom. I heard that some people passed out on the field and were carried out.

Skip to me in the prep room for the hooding. I finally got someone to bring me something to drink ( I needed cold and calories since I couldn't eat.) I was sitting on a bench drinking and trying not to throw up when my dad decided it was a good time to snap some pictures. I almost had a hissy fit and told him that now was not the time for that. Really, when you're overheated, stressed, and tired do you want someone snapping pictures of you? Found out why he was so chipper while the rest seemed to understand a bit of how I felt. He had spent the whole time in the air conditioned bookstore. Not that I would have minded if he had gotten there, told everyone that he didn't think he was up to the heat and would meet them on the way to the hooding ceremony. That's fine. But no, Drama Queen had to make a big production of feeling bad, needing a candy bar, just leave him sitting on the side of the road (I swear he learned well from his mother), etc. So while he was making it so no one would get to the Commencement ceremony, my brother-in-law saved the day and just took him back to the bookstore so my mom could come and watch.

I know this probably sounds petty but you had to be there and you have to take it in the context of all the shit he's pulled. He has to be the center of attention no matter what. If we're out to dinner with another family or something, if the other family isn't focused on him (ex, talking with my mom) he'll get all pouty and make a big production of being bored and act like the other person is carrying on too much. He took one picture of me during my prom. He took pictures of every couple at my sister's prom. My mom missed my undergraduate graduation because he was irresponsible with his blood sugar (he's a diabetic who doesn't want to be bothered with being responsible about it).

I am just so done with putting up with his shit.

Anyway. Went home for a week. It was nice. Would have been nicer if he had gone in to school more and Mom less.

Now I'm trying to keep my head above water with the BarBri thing. I just need to suck it up and get into a schedule and keep it.


Anyway, I guess I should fix dinner and try to get some flashcards done.