I'm so bored tonight, and depressed. Like, I just don't feel like doing anything, but... in order to not be bored, I'd have to do something. Of course I'm spending time with Nicky right now and that's not boring. It's rather entertaining and slightly cheering. You see, yesterday, a friend of mine was in a car accident and he has some spinal damage... he could be paralyzed but the doctor people aren't sure of how bad his condition is yet. Alex was really upset, still is, I guess. He kind of broke into my house today... I found him sitting on my couch watching tv when I got home from school. I asked him how he got in (because the door was locked). He replied, "The window was open." Needless to say, I face palmed. He's left nao, to go pick up his older sister from somewhere and then home, I guess. I hope he feels better, he was a mess yesterday and I can't stand seeing him like that. He rarely gets that emotional, save for a few occasions when he's had to talk about his younger life and his family. I asked him once and after I saw the look on his face, I never asked again... he did end up telling me most of it though, but that's his business. I'm really proud of him... he's been sober for several long weeks now, possibly a month (or more). I'm not sure. I'll have to ask him. He's doing it for me and mostly himself, I hope. =.J
My back is kind of achy. As is my knee. I don't know why. It's annoying, in a way, but it's not bad enough for me to mind it very much. I'm just happy that I'm in my bed with Nicky and it's soft and warm. Better than downstairs with my mother hollering in my ear about stuff that I don't care about. Nicky is reading, he's so lovely when he reads.Especially when he comes across and unfamiliar word. His eyebrows furrow and and scrunches up his nose a little bit and I think he makes up a definition which, to be honest, is usually wrong, but at least he tries. He's very creative. =.) I was watching him draw earlier... it was strange and alluring at the same time. I couldn't see what he was drawing very well, but just the shapes and his face looks so at ease when he's doing things he likes to do. I still don;t know what he drew. I made him a tiara the other day, and he wore it for a few hours. I was surprised, I didn't think he would. He probably did it to make me happy, and well... he succeeded. As usual.
Thanksgiving is going to suck, to say the least. And that's being optimistic, in my opinion. My mother invited her sister, Mel, her brother in law, Thom, my gramps, and my uncle, Vito. but, my gramps called and asked if my father and step-mother, Kathy, could come too. My mother, spineless wench, said that it was ok. For a bit of background, I'd like to point out that my mother hates my father as much, if not more, than I do. Him being around especially with his wife and unborn child is going to be a nightmare. I can just imagine all the fighting and name calling. It's so stressful. And just today, I learned that they're all spending the night, as if a dinner wasn't bad enough. *sigh* It's as if my mother likes seeing us both unhappy. Idiot.
I really want to do something, but I don't know what. Maybe Nicky and I can go out and do something fun for an hour or so. I don't know, maybe we'll just go out tomorrow. I told him that I would like to see Men Who Stare At Goats tomorrow night. We both thought it looked funny.
I guess I've said enough for now. No need to bore myself anymore.
-Peter
