one more nail in the 'ol coffin
Don’t you love that warm fuzzy feeling you get right before report cards come home? I’m not talking about the butterflies in your stomach as you open the envelope that holds a column of A’s down the middle of the page; I’m talking about the whole weekend before you grades come. I’m talking about when you know that you’re A/B average has dropped to C’s and D’s. yeah, I love that feeling too. It’s not that I care, but I just don’t feel like hearing the same thing over and over again. I wonder if it’s possible that I set my own standards too high. Normally, I would get a couple B’s or even a C… and my dad would give me the “work harder” speech. But I wonder what he’s going to say now that I actually deserve a “work harder” speech. I just don’t think anything he could say is going to have a significant impact. I’m sure this doesn’t make any sense to you (or you just don’t care) but how about I give a nice little analogy.
Ex: my dad’s lectures have the significance of Ozzy Osbourne saying “fuck you!” Normally, this would be quite offensive. But when Ozzy’s previous statement was “Sharon! These fucking dogs are fucking fucking on the fucking floor. Fuck! Mumble, mumble, blar, fuck…Sharon!” So I guess my question is, how do you know when Ozzy is trying to be offensive? Well that’s the problem I’m anticipating my dad will have. I don’t really have anything he could take away from me to punish me either. I guess he could take away my truck… but then he would have to take me to school and Tae Kwon Do and such. He could take away my dirt bike… but I haven’t ridden in the last month, and we’ve already entered in an up coming race. The only other thing he could do is ground me and not let me go out. In that case… I guess I’ll just end up writing more (boring) blogs. Well let this be a lesson to everyone-* When you have nothing to lose, it’s hard to be motivated (but it’s also hard to be disappointed).
-steve
p.s. I feel surprisingly carefree about all the bad things that are about to happen. – is that enlightenment?
Ex: my dad’s lectures have the significance of Ozzy Osbourne saying “fuck you!” Normally, this would be quite offensive. But when Ozzy’s previous statement was “Sharon! These fucking dogs are fucking fucking on the fucking floor. Fuck! Mumble, mumble, blar, fuck…Sharon!” So I guess my question is, how do you know when Ozzy is trying to be offensive? Well that’s the problem I’m anticipating my dad will have. I don’t really have anything he could take away from me to punish me either. I guess he could take away my truck… but then he would have to take me to school and Tae Kwon Do and such. He could take away my dirt bike… but I haven’t ridden in the last month, and we’ve already entered in an up coming race. The only other thing he could do is ground me and not let me go out. In that case… I guess I’ll just end up writing more (boring) blogs. Well let this be a lesson to everyone-* When you have nothing to lose, it’s hard to be motivated (but it’s also hard to be disappointed).
-steve
p.s. I feel surprisingly carefree about all the bad things that are about to happen. – is that enlightenment?
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