It’s been several days since I last posted, and what a great several days that was. I’ve been off work, and just hanging out with friends and Abbie for a while.

I really don’t know what to put in here, life is good right now, doing good on the whole quitting smoking thing. For the most part atleast. I’m telling my “contacts” (and we’ll just leave it at that) not to “provide” my with anymore, so hopefully not having access to them will help me quit. Hopefully.

I was driving home tonight, on the highway, some asshole was riding behind me for several minutes with his brights on – I couldn’t see anything. I tried going into the other lane, so he could pass, and slowed way down and stuff also, no avail, he would not pass me or go away from me. Eventually he got bored or something and went away. None the less, I hate it when people are idiots. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to point something out to me, so when I got home I checked my lights and stuff, everything seems to be in OK order. Oh well.

It’s mother’s day. After I wake up (and of course, sleep first), I have to go to my aunts party. Should be a good chance to see my relatives again. I didn’t get anything for my mother, everytime I have tried to be nice to her lately, she blows me off like I’m some kind of worthless trash, maybe that’s all I am to her. Sometimes I wish I could just talk to her, maybe work something out, but she’s shielded by her own ignorance and prejudice. There’s a concept, being prejudged by your parent. She believes she understands me, and makes irrational comments about me and tries to interpret me, but she doesn’t ever percieve it correctly; I wish she would either just stop trying, or atleast let me talk to her once.

The thing that bugs me the most about her, is that everytime I come back from anywhere, or call home or anything, the only thing she ever talks about is her, what she did, how she feels, what she’s thinking, etc. If I attempt to tell her something about me, she get’s all fustrated and interrupts me to tell her more about herself, as if she wants to compete with me. Every so often I blow up and confront her about this and she shrugs it off as “whatever.” I’m lost as to what I should do to this, the more I pressure her the more pissed off she gets and listens that much less anyways. How do you go about reading a book without opening it? Or establish communication with a person blinded by arrogance?

Maybe eventually, I’ll be able to sit down and actually be able to talk to my mother. Doesn’t look soon though, chances of that are more grim than my getting hit by space debris, being 1 in 5 billion, actually. (Random trivia is great, no?)

I hope I can figure out something to do for this “dilema”, other than avoidance and ignorance, but only time will tell. Onto matters with more importance.

A friend has just informed me of something I could be interested in getting to know better, a co worker of mine, guess he’s just as geeky as me. I’ll see him at the meeting on monday, perhaps I’ll talk to him. Always good to meet friends, especially those who enjoy the same hobbies.

For now, I must depart, the night is still young, but all good things must come to an end eventually. Goodnight blog.