deflating
I talked to my dad today and he seems to be a lot calmer. I'm still rather anxious that this won't be the kick in the pants that he needs. But, we shall see. It's like he wants to be depressed, and I can't understand that mindset. He searches for something to freak out about. It's weird. I see aspects of his personality in myself, however. This whole episode has really snapped my mind into shape, I think.
Well, in other news, working on this profile for Nonfiction 2. I'm trying to get together with this girl from the Penn Avenue Arts Initiative. When I told my teacher about my subject she didn't seem too excited. I don't know. I'm an A&E dork and I just don't ever think of writing about anything else. I think I need to change that.
My teacher is also rather intimidating. She's constantly coming in and telling these stories about all of these famous people she's written about. She told us last night about the time she spent with John Travolta and Kelly Preston at the Scientology conference in Clearwater. That was pretty funny. Apparently they're both very…odd and way too into the Scientology shit. Her and I were cutting up on the whole thing for awhile but this girl got a little offended at what she saw as our Christian-centric view of an alternative religion. I felt the need to explain that I think all religions are dumb, but that one's especially silly. I mean it's based on a sci-fi novel and you have to give them all this money…well, that sounds like pretty much any religion. I heard that L. Ron Hubbard and Robert Anton Wilson had a bet to see who could start a successful religion first. Hubbard won, obviously. I get the feeling that that's how most religions started…a bet or a dare. How funny.
Should I start an Oscar pool? I admit it's dumb and none of my friends will want to participate because they're snobs. I think I'll start one with just me and the Boyfriend.
