Sometimes I wonder if my dad wishes he lived alone. I think he would get really lonely, but I think he would enjoy not being nagged at. But really, some of it he brings on himself. I understand the, "Don't put anymore on my plate right now," sentiment, but communication is key. Today he said, "Good, she doesn't work today." I haven't worked on Wednesdays since last school year. His memory is going. It's heartbreaking.
In other news, I took my Spanish proficiency and I think I failed. I have come to be daydreaming all the time about Honduras. Dreams of exotic animals...beautiful beaches...fluency in Spanish...floating markets...my heart is in Honduras. I want a cloud forest.
It's upsetting how a ghetto black man without an intelligent sentence can get more respect in college than a well thought out argument of a Republican Christian. But we took back the House, so SUCK IT. I miss my high school.
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