Beth's Journal

So, my mom told my dad about how we cleaned the house, thinking that he'd be happy that we cleaned the house. Instead, he yelled at her for letting us take things like the train set and one of Mom's paintings. And he got very upset about Mom giving me the ruby ring he gave her the night they... uh... made me. And I think he wants the train and the ring back. Now, the train was something he bought my sister and I when we were kids - it's a Playmobil train, and I think I accidentally broke it shortly after we took it out of the box. I mean, come on, I think I was only six years old. It's not worth nearly as much as he claims he paid for it (he said he paid $270, and eBay says that new, sealed in box, it's worth $212, and ours is nowhere near new, and the box is in nasty condition). Why the hell does he want it, and why did he get mad about it? It's not like I'm going to sell it - most likely, I'm going to set it up around my own Christmas tree. And the ruby ring, I'm going to get repaired and keep it the hell away from Dad. I honestly have nothing that was passed down from him - sure he's not the greatest father, but it'd be nice to have something.

I don't get why he's acting this way, and I don't like it.

Then again, this is the same man that broke into Mom's house to steal her pain medicines. I know this because Mom left me at home one day when I was in high school to catch him trying to sneak into the house. He copied Mom's key while she was at a doctor's appointment, then snuck in the house while he thought Mom and my sister and I were at a dentist's appointment.

Totally unrelated to anything previously mentioned, Bryan and Callie are talking about student teaching. I am borderline panic-attacking just thinking about it. I made it through half of student teaching and with the way it ended, it's a wonder I can even to back to college. It screwed me over so hard. Bryan talks about "oh you can come to my kindergarten room and teach a lesson", and I get sick to my stomach just thinking about it. I don't think he understands.

Banner is down, so I can't actually do any work or file any forms or look up any info or anything. So, here I sit, manning the front desk of Financial Aid, surfing the internet. XD


And my dad called, and he's supposedly coming tomorrow at noon, so hopefully he'll actually be there. If not, I'll just come back to work, I guess.

Well, there goes my Saturday. I spent an hour or so at the gym and got a good workout, then walked downtown to deposit the check my dad sent me and get something to eat. I went to The Bagelry, which is the only place in town you can get a decent bagel (rumor has it that they had water shipped up from Long Island to make their bagels with years ago, but they don't do it anymore). I waited in line for a half hour! It was a good bagel, though, and the two workers there were doing the best they could. (Apparently just about all their day staff quit for the summer, must have all been Clarkson students.) Then, I walked over to the library, feeling rather exhausted, and found out that they ARE open on Sundays, so I'll go over tomorrow and get those books for that assignment that I let slide until almost the end of the semester. Then I called my mom, and we talked while I walked home. She's not getting the little chihuahua she was thinking about - the little guy hurt himself while roughhousing with two other chis, and he dislocated something in his leg. Mom said she can't risk getting a dog that will probably hurt himself again, and end up in a lot of pain.

I mentioned to Mom while I was on the phone with her that I was in the market for a new computer. (I also mentioned the same thing to Bryan, who said "We've already got two! And three laptops!" However, one laptop is a netbook, which is really pokey. One is Snowball, and he's starting to show his age. His mouse button doesn't work quite like it used to - there may be crap under there, but I don't want to try popping the button off only to break it. Also, his hard drive can't hold everything I have for projects, music, graphics and everything. The third laptop is a dead Dell Inspiron 5100, same model that Ruthie has (which makes it about 7 years old). One desktop is 'mine' (Bryan uses it more than I do), and the other belongs to the TV (used to be Bry's main computer). I was looking at the Dell Studio Hybrid (I know, it's a Dell, but it's all I think Dad will buy me). It seems like a nice little computer, and it'll be $725 with a monitor (and $500something without one). He hasn't bought me a computer since I was 16 (and that was shared with Ruth), so maybe he'll do it... I'm not sure. I hope so.