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I'm beginning to blame my incapability to maintain a relationship on my father... as my father is quite nearly as incapable as I am. He's had two, almost three, nearly devastating break ups in the last ten years. Each time, I somehow end up a part of it... somehow. The first was my mom, and my dismay over that should be obvious, and understandable. The second was Jason, whom he'd been with for three years. And now Mike, who he's been with for the last three years. Mike and I are really close, he's a father to me in ways that my father can't be. On top of that, I'm close with his middle daughter. If they break up, it's not only going to hurt him, but it's going to hurt me, threefold, as well as Lexie, who has gotten close with one of my dad's partner's for the first time, and is good friend's with Mike's youngest daughter. Getting us involved isn't fair... and I'm moreso worried about Lexie than I am for my father or myself. *sigh*

Then again, I think I'm just incapable of maintaining a relationship all on my own.



Moving on, my ear is doing alright. After the first few days, the sharp, constant pain teetered off to sudden, random, sharp pain. When I could clean it again, I removed an unsettling bloody mass of goo from my ear, and it began to heal.
Intelligence says,
"Perhaps you should have gone to the doctor..."
But my inner penny-pincher says,
"WTF, you're getting better and didn't have to pay the co-pay for a doctor's visit."

In my free time, I've also crocheted a hat. It's ridiculously rainbow in color, rasta-ish in style... and hopefully someone I know will want to buy it, as I would kill to not be broke for a little bit. Maybe someone on here will want it? Ehh, I doubt it. People no longer like crappy, homemade goods.

I'm going to be heading out to my Gramma's on Friday, and I'll probably be there until Monday or Tuesday. I have every intention on spending nearly every day with Marie, hanging out and doing nothing for the most part. We're supposed to go to a show at the Corner Pocket on Saturday. Some kids from her uni are in this band and she claims they're actually good. Classic punk kind of good.

Dear God, I'm so sick of these little kids who struggle with their instruments and cannot form lyrics to save their lives. Goddamnthem.

Speaking of good bands though, Mike's nephew Cory is in this band, Frankenstein's Valentine, and they're actually not bad, which I didn't expect. They remind me a lot of Silverstein. Sadly, as Cory stumbled through promoting his band, it was finally obvious to me how hard he'd been trying to flirt.

I almost wish I could find him attractive, but uh, I can't. Stupid insensitivity to flirtation and such.


P.S. I have the ending theme to Shin Chan stuck in my head again...