I know I didn't get an entry in last night, but it wasn't my fault...
Colonial Baptist - the church my family goes to - was having a youth group thing last night (basically a thing at which people hang out and eat junk food and play pseudo-sports). I've been to that thing quite a few times before, and I hadn't enjoyed it that much the last few times. Plus, I wasn't feeling extroverted to any degree last night. So, I decided (reasonably enough, I thought) that I wasn't going to go (my parents had to go and set up a volleyball net there or something).
Apparently my decision was not at all reasonable, because my parents got rather upset about it. First, they said they'd like me to go. I said I'd rather not. Then, they said they wanted me to, and I pointed out that it was an entirely social thing, and that it would be ridiculous to try to force me to go. They subsequently tried to force me to go; I refused; my mom blustered and made ludicrous generalizations while my dad became darkly sullen and forbade me to use the computer any more that night (hence the lack of bloggage). Then they left to go and set up the net at the church. I think I mainly read Chekhov while they were out.
After they got back, I was trying to talk to my dad about it, because I figured that any reasonable human being could look at my side of it and see how intolerable it is to be forced to go to events where the prime purpose is to amuse one's self. My parents' main motivation, according to them, was to get me more involved in the church. I almost feel sorry for them - even if I'm not an entirely lost cause, it won't be them that bring me back to believing. It was around this point that my dad asked if Trevor has "poisoned you with his cynicism," which first amused me, and later amused Trevor when I told him of it (as he has written). Actually, he seemed more than amused in a way which I'm not sure I care to think about.
So Trevor and I talked for a long time, until one or both of us had to get off the phone at like a quarter past eleven. Since I wasn't at all tired I went out for a walk. One can really find some interesting things if one just walks randomly off the road into some unknown area. I discovered an ugly man-made pond, which was fenced in by houses in such a way that it can't be seen from any normal path. I also discovered how to get to the base of a large cell tower (maybe a third or half of a mile from my house), the red lights of which blink through my window at night. No, they don't actually blink, I guess. They just come slowly up to full brightness, and then fade back down.
It was a good walk, I suppose, although there were no stars visible. The way the clouds rushed across the night sky was rather interesting, though - the sheet of clouds didn't cover the whole sky, but rather had roundish holes. The clouds were lit up by skyglow, but the openings in the clouds were dark - so that it looked as if the openings might be the clouds, and the clouds the night sky. An odd contrast to how clouds are often darker than the sky around them (like they are sometimes at sunset).
I got back at about twenty after midnight, had some French vanilla ("freedom vanilla"?) ice cream and crackers with hummus, and went to sleep after reading in bed for an hour or so.
Things were good until I woke up around eight-thirty this morning. For the last few weeks I've invariably woken up earlier than I want to. As a consequence of that, I am more or less dead tired today. Not that it's a bad day for it.
posted on Saturday, March 29, 2003
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