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temper fi 2009-01-11 4:38 p.m. I'm pretty open to the possibility that I could be wrong often, just not when it comes to my mom. I don't want to believe anything she says. Typical rebellion that I'll sadly probably never grow out of. Unfortunately, I've come to accept that perhaps I have a temper problem... if my poor, sore knuckles are any indication. This morning I dutifully woke up early to drive to the hotel my dad is staying at for brekkers with him and my brother. I figured that I would be perfectly on time and everything, even humbled myself to use the GPS- I might have a obstinance problem too. I used to pride myself on my excellent sense of directions, but lately they haven't been so excellent. It was also in Anaheim, and I've only ventured so far across Orange County thataways a couple of times for my internship. I pulled into the Marriott parking lot at 10.03 am. I called my dad to have him come down from the room and meet me in the lobby. He said he was standing in the lobby. Couldn't I see him? Why no... He tried giving me directions from the 5 freeway, which I never use, and was nowhere near, then cross streets that don't exist. I tensely contained my rising shrieks to bitchy growls instead, and made him give me the address. I punched it into the GPS, and followed accordingly, but dubiously. I have enough of a sense of direction to know when I'm going horribly the wrong way. Twenty minutes the wrong way. I pulled into many parking lots, placed many calls, with no success. My dad kept me driving in circles within the same ten miles, so that I was lost for an hour and fifteen minutes. I almost had a brief cry in a dodgy 7-11 parking lot. Cap it all, I hadn't had brekkers or coffee and it was 80 degrees outside (winter apparently doesn't exist in Southern California). The patrons of 7-11 didn't get the satisfaction of seeing a frantic asian girl crying alone in a car, but they were alarmed when they walked by and saw me pummeling the steering wheel/dashboard (harried punches tend to fall indiscriminately) and probably heard me screaming "fuckity fuck!" through the closed doors and windows. Finally, I called my dad one last time, told him I was going to give up and go straight to Bolsa, the Vietnamese area, where I presumed we were going to eat. Two hours, a quarter tank of gas, and sanity wasted. Popalops is down here at the moment not so much to visit us as pal around with his freeloading friends. Every single time I've eaten with him, his friends sit around idly with toothpicks in their mouths, hands in likely empty pockets until my dad gets up and goes to the register. He also rented a car to drive down here, wasted who knows how much gas, and booked the hotel room. Three friends rode with him and are in the same hotel room, and I'm sure they're enjoying this free trip. He's currently on his way to a wedding of the children of some friends. I'll bet he's going to give the couple a hundred dollar check, for a scanty meal that he was invited to via email. Donny and I were dragged to the church ceremony, where it was a catwalk of forever21 polyester dresses and crowd of twenty-somethings who couldn't be bothered to change out of jeans and tees. Dad said he would probably stay an extra day tomorrow and spend it with us while his friends go home ahead. Really it's because there's a Steelers game on in the afternoon that he would miss if he was on the road for six or seven hours. And maybe because we're his kids. Ryan and Christine were looking forward to meeting my dad. Christine actually had a good encounter with my mom, who says that Christine is "fresh" according to direct translation, but I think meaning more like "lively". They both left for their own families today, though, so no go. I can't believe they're homesick already and it has only been a week. Though, it feels so much longer than a week. In this short span, there's been a windstorm of drama in our group of friends, Ryan's been drunk three times in five days, and I'm already behind on reading. Woot! I should have regularly blogged so that I could properly address all the major things that have been happening, but as it is, I'm too lazy now. - record enrollment for MUN
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