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Scott: "Well, if you call his tail a leg, then a dog would have five legs." Me: "Wrong, you can call the tail whatever you want, but the dog still has four legs. LOOK! I've only been in school 2 weeks and I've already outsmarted you!" Scott: "Well that's a pretty stupid question." Me: "It's only stupid because you got it wrong." Scott: "Okay." I fell asleep last night with my head in my oceanography book and dreamed all night of plate tectonics and continental drift. I read 70 pages in my Critical Thinking book yesterday, 10 in my Am Lit book, and God knows how many in the oceanography book. My brain is about to explode. ***** Buffy: "I have my first cross country meet tomorrow!" Me: "Oh that's great, are you going to run hard?" Buffy: (blinking) "Well... I don't have to run *fast* or anything... right?" Me: (staring) "Uhhhh..." Buffy: "I mean, it's not a RACE, right?" Me: "Buffy... Swim MEET... Cross country MEET... What did you think it was???" Buffy: "Oh. Well I don't want to run hard!" Me: "Okay! That's fine! I'm just glad you're participating." She came in 20th out of 25. WHOOOO, she beat 5 kids!!! heeee ***** Spike. Spike, Spike, Spike. My favorite moment of the week: Dad: "Spike, you're grounded for like, Forever." Spike: "Well tonight I have to go to the football game so I can take pictures for yearbook." Dad: "Well no you're not, because you are SO grounded." Spike: "Oh. So now you're PREVENTING me from doing my homework." Dad: "Spike. I'm going to KICK. YOUR. ASS." Dad to Me: "Pischina, it was all I could do to stop myself from leaping over there and grabbing him by the neck." Yes, Spike is a teenager now, and we are all paying for it. He's been staying out till all hours, coming home whenever he damn well pleases, no matter what the agreed upon time was. I don't *think* he's doing anything bad, because like the clueless boy he is, he always hangs out in the exact same place, making him easy to locate. He's just goofing off with his friends. He *could* be smoking pot, or having sex, but for now I think he's just hanging out and not coming home. Or doing his homework. Four emails from teachers, one phone call, and detention for no assignments turned in Spanish... P.E. seems to be going fine, heh. So he's been grounded, but I still let him stay out until I got home from work. Wednesday there was a college fair at the school. I made a deal with him - go to the college fair, with your camera so you can take pictures and prove you were there - and I'll let you stay out for that day only. I came home that day, picked up Buffy and we went to Quizno's to get some dinner. Spike was there goofing off with his friends, I knew the college fair was over so I told him to order his sandwich, we paid for it, and I told him to be home before dark. We made it quite clear with each other that he was to be home before dark. He walked through the door at 8:30pm, an hour AFTER dark. AND. AND it turns out HE NEVER EVEN WENT TO THE COLLEGE FAIR, because he forgot his camera and so couldn't prove he was there... but somehow thought it was okay to still hang out all afternoon anyway. I lost it. Again. I had lost it Sunday morning before also, and thought he was scared enough to not do this again, but I underestimated his teenager-ness. His father called me Thursday. He found Spike over by Quizno's (where he hangs out) at 1:30. Told him to be home at 3:30 so they could go over his homework. I received three more phone calls from Armando that afternoon, asking if I had heard from Spike. That's right, he never showed. I gave Armando the phone number of Spike's friend's house, the mom told him they were swimming at a friend's house and were to be home by 4:30pm. By 6pm the friend's mom was furious also. When I pulled up in front of my house at 7pm Armando was pulling up with Spike in the car. "I *just* found him," he said. "I'm going to kill him. I swear I'm going to kill him. I called my mother today. She said Hello? I said 'I'm sorry. I'M SORRY! I'M SO SORRY!!! For everything I ever did when I was a teenager!!!'" Heee. So, Spike is now grounded, for like, the rest of his life at this point. Armando has arranged for him to stay with the StepMonster's mother after school, and told him if he doesn't make it there by 4pm he'll hire a babysitter (wearing a t-shirt that says "SPIKE'S BABYSITTER") to pick him up in the office every day. "I'm not even going to yell at you," I said when I came through the door Thursday. "Just do your homework. That's ALL YOU HAVE TO DO! I'm not asking for straight A's, I'm just asking you to DO YOUR HOMEWORK!" He never talks back to me like he does his father, which is good because I probably *would* kill him. But still. And like I said, I don't think he's doing anything BAD, even though I could be wrong, I just want his work done and his body in the house before dark. I was a GOOD KID. What did *I* do to deserve this? heeee. Four years to go. ***** It's cooled down finally. I love it. It's been upper 90's for so long, and here in Aptos it's actually raining. I've heard it was cool in San Jose too. I'm SO glad. Okay, back to homework. But I do have another entry I'm going to write soon about the re-appearance of my high school boyfriend who I haven't talked to or seen in 20 years. Wow. THAT was a surprise, something I never imagined in my wildest dreams. But that's a story for another time. See ya.
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