"Let My Love Open the Door" by Peter Townshend

Okay, so as usual its been a while since a post. I'm not sure where to start. I guess I'll start with school.

My classes ended for regular semester, it was rougher than I thought to say goodbye to the guys, and short hall in general. I got an email about 2 weeks ago telling me I made the Dean's List, and when I checked my transcript it was showing all A's which is pretty cool getting a 4.0 for my freshman year, though it does set me up for quite the fall when I finally get a B.

More recently I just got done with intersession, which was both awesome and awful. I was lucky to be taking a class thats not to labor intensive, mostly just alot of reading. I think I've aced the course, but it might be a week or so before I get the final grade for the class.

I'm home now, and desperately seeking a job. I'm sleeping on a couch in my family's new house. That might sound like a complaint but honestly I'd probably do this at the old house, too. I'm not quite sure yet about the dynamics I'm entering back into, there has clearly been some shift in the household. Dad is out of a job now and liz has never had one. Both of them (my dad and sister) seem to have lowered there moral mindsets. Both recognize the necessity of God, and of the church (the people not the building), but at the same time they also seem to be very inward focused as far as how decisions should be made.

Dad seems less aware of his changes in behavior, refusing to recognize that he should be a father first and then have a social life, its a change he made at some point, but he has regressed back to an earlier point. I think that the less he gets to deal with adults on a regular basis (the loss of mom, and now his job), the more he clings to it, by seeking out friends through facebook, and trying to make some more lady acquaintances. I mean just last night he went and spent the whole night some where else. Now if this were any other man I wouldn't care, but my dad, a rational man mind you, decides to travel well over an hour away to see one such lady. What the hell? especially after giving a speech to his daughter about the need to conserve gas usage and how we shouldn't waste gas on needless trips (to her bf's house across town), and laying down a decree (of sorts) that she has to get a job in order to get gas money.

As far as Liz, she is far more a victim. Not to say she is necessarily innocent, but when given one role model who ran away from the problem and another who is acting less responsible by the moment (though he will undoubtedly be pissed to read that), what better can she think than that certain rules and conventions aren't as important. I considered the other day that, though its sad to say, if she weren't with a guy who is so truly frightened of my dad and I physically, and that she still holds some levels of logic, I wouldn't be horrifically suprised to hear I was going to be an uncle.

Well I'd better get off, dad needs to use the computer. I'll be back sooner or later I'm sure, I doubt this is the end of this little adventure.

The song of the day is, "Let My Love Open the Door" by Peter Townshend, because it was well used in Dan in Real Life which was a great film, though maybe hit a little too close to home.

-matt