Sunday of my Life

So I went clothes shopping today.

Most people can’t seem to grasp the concept of just how much I hate this activity. Clothes shopping can be a trial for a lot of people, I’m sure. What to buy? What to buy? So many decisions, so much range. Eh, good luck to them. My problem is exactly the opposite. As I have vouchsafed in times past, I’m not a small guy, and I am working on this, but every time I have to go clothes shopping, it still depresses the hell outta me. There is so little range to be had for people my size. We have the choice of business trousers, old men trousers, t-shirts with non-descript stylings and polar-fleece jumpers. I mean, honestly, do they think bigger guys have no fashion sense? That we’re somehow content to wear such non-descript, baggy, raggy clothing that looks like it was regurgitated by a fashion-inept dinosaur.

Of course larger men can get some very fashionable clothes if we want to…we just have to find somewhere that sells them.

Oh yeah, and then we have to be made of money, because you’d better be prepared to pay upwards of $100 for a t-shirt, and an unimaginable amount for a pair of pants. But…that fact aside, the clothes are fashionable — if you’re 40. We’re mainly talking suits and shirts and ties…nothing that your average 20 year old would be caught dead wearing in a casual setting. It’s a cruel world of fashion for your larger, younger person. And yes, I know the solution of this problem is all up to me as, as I said, I am working on it. But these things take time.

Onto other matters though.

OK, I admit it, I am a bit of a slob sometimes. Cleaning is a chore that comes below everything else in terms of priority. This means that, when I’m working, cleaning is the furthest thing from my mind. And I have a busy work schedule, so naturally I don’t do cleaning that often. So, since it didn’t look like I was going to do it anytime soon, my father decided he’d clean up around my computer for me. *Sigh*…he has no sense of property unless it’s his. And as far as he’s concerned, everything in his house is his. Honestly, like it’s not my home too.

I came home from clothes shopping today to find the surfaces of my computer desk clean and neat. And completely cleared of the work I’d been doing. Various pieces of it had been scattered to different places in the house. On selves, in drawers and in cupboards. AARRGHHHH!!! Honestly, as if it hadn’t taken me long enough OTOH get myself comfortably set up there. It’s not like it was even messy, it was just a sketch pad, three pencils, an eraser and a ruler. Oh dear God no! They’ll mess everything up! Some things are out on a table! Ahh! The world’s going to end. Had a big argument with him about it, trying to get through his thick, stubborn head the fact that “it doesn’t belong to you, therefore it’s not up to you to decide where it goes and when it should go there.” He gave me his usual response, of course.

“This is my home, boy, and I can do what I like here.”

Gee…you’re home is it? And what am I? A transient guest with no blood relationship to you at all? Ergh…I hate it when he turns all pompous on me, acting as if I’m some errant child who has no concept of right and wrong and so needs to be taught a lesson. I’m 20-fucking-years-old, and something gives me the feeling that he’s not going to realise that until I get married or move out or have kids or something. It’s the most annoying of his many annoying mannerisms (other include making stupid noises when he burps or sneezes…kind of hard to describe, but believe me they’re deliberate) and it’s really starting to piss me off. Next item on my list of things to do: think of some way to convince him that I am, in fact, an adult, and not under his control anymore. Outright defiance on a continual basis might be ok. He can’t use any of his old threats like cutting me off from the computer or the internet because I now own both of them, so he doesn’t have a leg to stand on there. I pay for electricity, gas and water, and I mostly buy my own food, so those options are out for him now too.

I think that may actually work…either that or it’ll blow up in my face.

We’ll see.

(oh yeah…you may have noticed above, he occasionally seems to forget the name that *he* gave me. My name’s ‘Adrian’…not ‘boy’)

Well…ok, maybe I am in a couple of ways

it’s the end of the semester, I’ve finished my exams and all my work and I’m a free soul for the next 30 days. I’m going to take a week off then spend most of my time at work. I’ll be earning more money than ever before for three weeks of so, and that can’t help but be a good thing. I may finally get my networking tools (I’m buying my labeler this weekend) and things like that.

However, I’m not happy about a couple of things that I learned today. First and slightly less annoying on the list is the fact that it looks like I may have Fuckrag again next semester; not for one class, but for two. Goddamn…not him again…and for two bloody classes. Oh well, I’m doing my damnedest to transfer my enrolment for Multimedia and Web Design to flexibly delivered so I can just get all the work and do it and not have to see him for that subject, and I’ll see what I can do about Client Support. Second, and slightly more annoying on the list is the fact that one of the guys in my class that I tutored and took in my study group decided he needed to cheat his way through the exam. That kind of thing really pisses me off, especially when I know that this guy knows the subject. If you feel you can’t do it you should at least try your hardest to succeed, not resort to lowly methods of sneaking answers to yourself. Both myself and my teacher have worked damn hard this semester to make sure that everyone knows their stuff, and this kind of things is really galling. It makes me feel like I’ve wasted my effort, when this person cheats in order to succeed. I wonder if I should continue to bother. I mean, I know I was successful with most of them, but just this one person…*sigh*…ok…calm down. I was successful with all the rest of them, and am I going to let one person ruin that feeling of success?

No…no I’m not.