I haven’t made an entry in a while…not sure why. I guess I just haven’t done much of anything to write about lately. We’ve been playing tennis, but haven’t gone since Saturday because the weather has been crap.  We had the weirdest thing happen today. The sky got really dark and it was obvious something was about to come down outside.  It started raining really hard and even thundering, which never happens around here.  I can recall maybe three times where we’ve had thunder in the 5+ years I’ve lived in Vancouver. Quite a strange phenomena really.  Then, the rain turned to small hail pellets the size of those little dippin-dot things.  When all was said and done, it looked like it had been snowing outside because the ground was mostly coated in little while pellets of ice.  Then, just as quickly, it was all over.  Weird stuffs.

Talked to my mom earlier and it never fails to exasperate me how she acts like I was such a bad kid growing up.  Sure, I skipped school A LOT in my junior year – to the point where it would have meant my having to repeat the second semester of 11th grade were it not for the fact that I went to live with my dad for the final couple of months of the school year.  But, let’s put things into context…during my high school years, my mom was largely sick and, during my freshman/sophomore years, in and out of psychiatric hospitals, which meant I was staying with Bonnie and her dad or at the house by myself, paying her bills out of her checking account and doing my own grocery shopping.  Then, when she was home, she was on so many different pills that her behaviour was erratic and sometimes crazy, such as the time when she was walking up and down the hallway with her arms out in front of her like a zombie.  Then, there was the time when she said she was a prophet from God and was scared she was going to be killed because, in the Bible, it says this prophet would be killed in the street.  And, she locked me in the house so I couldn’t get out while she was sleeping.  Should have locked the windows, too, since that’s how I ended up getting out when she did that.  She had me arrested, saying I was “uncontrollable” and when the cops got there, I was sitting at the bar doing my homework.  That’s not to say I didn’t lose my temper, freak out on occasion or give her any trouble at all. Of course I did….I was a kid!  But, all in all, I stayed out of the trouble most of my friends were getting into – sleeping around, smoking, drinking and doing drugs.  I mostly stayed in my room, listening to hair band music and playing my guitar, which I honestly think helped keep me somewhat sane during all that shit.

When I was talking to my mom tonight, she was saying stuff like I had been some majorly bad kid or something and I resent that like crazy.  I told her that she had it easy with me and she said “no, I didn’t…you were skipping school and all that” and I’m like “yeah, and I was dealing with a lot of stuff going on in my life, too!”  Given all the shit I went through during my younger years (oh, God…did I actually just say “younger years”??? Oh brother!), I have turned out to be a mostly well-adjusted person.  I have my issues, like anyone, but overall I came through things mostly normal and it really hurts me when my mom says crap like that to me.  I said “when I was going to school, I made good grades and stuff” and she said “Well, one time you got a D or an F!” and I’m like “my God, that’s right after Verdie died!  I was upset about that!”  It just baffles me the shit she says.  Can she not look at the big picture and say “Wow, given all the crap that was going on, thank God she didn’t turn out to be a drug addict!”???

Anyway, I’m OTR right now, so life seems a little worse in general than the other three weeks of the month.  :-/

Going to go outside and wait for Tracey to get here and then watch the episode of LA Ink I recorded earlier.  Got to get some friggin’ work done tomorrow!