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5:05 p.m. - 4-20-2001
The Good, the Bad and the plain boring entry.
"I finally got it down to the absolute basic essentials: club, ball, swing. The rest of it is just walking around the park wearing funny pants."
So, my parents will be here in 2 days, well, 3 if you count today. They arrive Sunday evening and they're staying till Sunday the 29th. I'm excited, but at the same time, I'm also a little paranoid. I know they're going to nag about money, about my hair (which still isn't blue), and pretty much everything else. I know they mean well, but it's...well...mean. Heh. The wife isn't looking forward to it either. I've already warned my parents to just have fun and relax. Their nagging can be a real buzzkill.
So, I'm fixing supper last night and my mother calls, kind of freaked out. She was watching the news and heard about a small plane that crashed near Ft. Lauderdale, killing everyone aboard and what does she immediately assume? It's me. So, she had to call to see if I was still alive. Go figure. I can see after I get my certificate and it's official, she's going to really go nuts. That'll be fun.
We still can't figure out this fuckin' web cam. It's driving me nuts. I called Kodak today to talk to their Digital Imaging support staff and they were about as helpful as a thumb up my ass. I'm just going to see if I can box the damn thing back up so that it looks like it was never opened and send it back to Compuvisor.com. Don't worry, I'm going to order a different one instead so it's not like I'm trying to cheat them. Besides, if we can't get the damn thing to work, then it's defective anyway, so nyah. I so want to get the damn thing up and working, but at the same time, I see myself in it and think "Thank godd it's not working right now". ICK! I really need to lose some fuckin' weight. Big time. Plus, I don't know what to do with my hair. I want long hair again, but the problem is, until it gets long, it looks really bad. REALLY bad. Fuck, I might as well just get it cut and give up.
I still don't know when I'll get to go flying again and finish my damn exam. My instructor is a great teacher and a great pilot, but he's so fuckin' forgetful. He probably hasn't called the examiner to reschedule, the bastich. I've called and left messages for him to call me back, but who knows where the fuck he is. Guess I'll stop by the Boca airport on the way home and see if his plane is there or if he's there. I wanna get this done, dammit!
Well, this entry has pretty much just sucked ass so I'll stop the torture while I'm behind. Don't have much planned this weekend until the parents get here. While they're here, I don't know when I'll be updating so things might be kind of sketchy. What else is new, eh? Anywyay, till next time. Take 'er easy...and take 'er often.
