beck - loser

it felt wonderful to wear jeans today. jeans that haven't been washed in 2 weeks, have been soaked in ammonia and used to clean an exploding pink pen. not to mention the shirt that i washed over the weekend, but wore to school 3 days last week. and my shoes, oh baby, so comfortable!
when scott came home i was doing my precal. he commented on how he sees me as some creative english major in college, so i'll never have to mess with math again. the idea is appealing, but nah. i kind of like math. it was still really nice to talk to scott, though. for some reason he thinks i'm this wonderful kid (he consistently brings up "showing me off" to his friends), and it's really nice to talk to someone that honestly believes i'm better than i think i am.
we went out to dinner for my dad's birthday tonight, and it was fun! it seems like the past 4 years of my life, i've been unable to get along with more than one family member at a time for any time longer than 10 minutes. but there we were! eating dinner together for about an hour, talking and joking and sharing stories... and for once i even felt involved, like i had something to contribute. that is a rare feeling when i grew up in silent awe of the dinner conversations going on around me.
by the way, my grandpa shot his cat with a .22 because he wasn't wearing his glasses - he thought it was the neighbor's cat. he buried it and didn't say anything. finally my grandma figured it out. "walter, did you shoot the cat?"
he also shot the wild dogs running around their house with an aluminum crossbow, since the police made him lock up his gun while he was in the country (i think this was in the philippines? maybe burma.)
my dad's going to look into shooting ranges. we might learn to shoot together! scott too. that'd be a cool family bonding thing.

and finally. when brent gets home for spring break in a little over a week, we're putting peabody to sleep.