The Michael Swayne Story V: King of his Castle

First, I must ask that everyone who reads this to go here and vote for me for Gaming King. I am SO close to making the Top 10. It only takes a moment of your time. The way it stands right now, I could be put back into 12th Place if a certain someone (can't remember who exactly at this moment) gets four more votes (I think). And I believe I need 51 more votes to get into the Top 10. As long as nothing major happens, I think I have a really good chance of finishing in the Top 10. Remember, you can give me ten votes each day; and if you vote in all five categories, you get ten bonus votes that can be used on anyone (hopefully me). Again, it only takes a moment, but my appreciation and thanks will last a lifetime.

Now that that's done...

I overheard Dad talking about me today. I was helping little Joey with his homework today, and Dad was talking to Joey's Mom (I think she's his Mom). He said that my Mom wrote him a really angry letter. This letter was about how Dad had been treating me lately. Dad told Joey's Mom that I wouldn't act the way I have been if I would just "get laid" and "understand what it's like to have sex".

Can you believe that crap? First, it is no one's business how I live my life. It is my life after all; and unless I am choosing to spend my life ending yours, you have nothing to worry about. Second, I don't need to "get laid" to know that cheating on a spouse is wrong. Third, for someone that wants to keep as much about himself secret (Dad), he sure is spilling the beans about his life to people he doesn't know well. I mean, you don't see me posting every single thing on Facebook. I do keep some things to myself. Not much, but if I am asked to not say something, I won't say anything.

Oh well, eventually Dad will be dead, and he will wish he had been better to me. I have been having the dream where Dad is on his last moments more and more lately. Sometimes I am there, sometimes I'm not. Sometimes, I laugh in his face, sometimes I say snarky things like "That's what you get, B-word!" (In case you were wondering, I don't use profanity in dreams as well as in real life). If it is a vision of the future, I hope I have the decency to only chuckle when it happens. A hearty laugh would be disrespectful and totally kill the moment. LOL! Kill. Deathbed. Oh, you have to be there.

Anyway...

Work today was quite the busy time. I worked from when I arrived to 4pm this afternoon, and I am still not finished. I still have at least two pages of ads to make. These ads will be going into our special Prom Section of this week's paper. After the paper is finished tomorrow, I am going to start making the final changes on the Locust Grove Dairy Bar Menu. After my boss took a look at the proof I made, she suggested quite a few changes that need to be made before it gets printed.

And finally...

I started a checking account at the bank today. I feel so grown up. Not really. I mean, it is just a checking account. It won't be much different than what I already do with my money. I keep it safe and only use it when necessary (or when I see a video game I like). And I keep a detailed record of every cent I spend or earn. The only change is that now a majority of my money is in a bank. I opened the account with a large chunk of what I already had on me this morning; and when I got my check today, I deposited all but $25. I started another spreadsheet that has my Checking Account records on it. So now I have another spreadsheet I can play with.

If Dad wants my share of the electric bill, he will just have to wait until my checks come in the mail. After all, I am always waiting on him for his share of the phone bill. Honestly, I wasn't thinking all the way through when I was putting how much of my check I wanted to keep. I had planned on having enough for my portion of the electric bill, but I shortchanged myself $15. Oh well.

Well, I have another early morning ride tomorrow, so I am off to bed. I hope to see you around the forums, and until then...

Later!

Michael

PS, I also sat through a discussion between my Grandma and her sister about gay sex. They were trying to understand how it works (because the Prop 8 thing was being reported on the news). I had no idea I knew more about this topic than they did. And these two ladies are two of the smartest people I know. All I can say is thank goodness for a progressive high school health teacher!