I went out to eat to this Italian restaurant with Mom, Dad, brother, sister, & sister's fiance. It was good, my order of spagetti was gigantic, seriously. It was this deep bowl, with four jawbreaker sized meatballs. I barely made a dent in it, but I'm sure it would have filled Hagrid up.
Had fun, but got really pissed at my dad. He made a gay dig in the car, but what really ticked me off was his joke about this woman he remembered, relating to a story on topic. And I mean they were all laughing, thinking he was just kidding around, and maybe he was. But I can't ignore it any longer, I almost think he has a bit of a mean streak in him. And I don't understand it, because I don't believe he's actually a malicious person, but he's judgemental. I think he does it to mostly make himself feel better, but that doesn't excuse it, and it makes it hard to respect him, because he does it frequently. I know people are complex and all, it just makes it so hard to reconcile for me. I know I'm sensitive and maybe I'm too much of a bleeding heart, maybe too much for being part of my family.
Other news, I kind of have a job...with my dad. Oh joy. I'm going to be his research assistant of sorts. He teaches part-time at a college nearby and he needs me to do all this internet research for a new curriculum for the business department. Whatever, it pays.
This year is going to be so hard and exhausting. Homeschooling senior year, college apps and essays abound, SAT and ACT Prep, work, art classes, piano lessons. And I'm filling out form to volunteer at this children's shelter downtown for 2-4 hours a week, and also want to apply to be a staff writer at this independent teen newspaper downtown. And I need to get off this nocturnal schedule, which is normal for me.