carved angel

[music|19-2000 - gorillaz]

i had yet another variation of my recurring dream last night. i think it's coz i spent about two hours on the phone with dad last night, talking about his girlfriend, while she and her son were at a church function. after i got off the phone with him, i told sohei about some of the things dad told me, and he was all negative as usual. he thinks what dad's doing is disrespectful to people like nana (mum's mum) and whatnot. but i don't think dad could do anything right as far as sohei's concerned. i really don't understand why he dislikes my father so damn much. dad is nothing but nice to him, and the way sohei treats him just embarrasses me sometimes. and of course he's already decided that he hates dad's girlfriend coz she's a fundie. well, fuck it. i'm just going to like her until she gives me a reason not to. the world can just suck it. (this is in no way directed at juchan, because it's her dad and she has every right to feel how she's going to feel about this. it's her business, just like how i feel is my business. but i'll always be there for her no matter what, because no one outranks juchan.)

by the way, my politcal compass is: Economic Left/Right: -8.63 Social Libertarian/Authoritarian: -7.85

which means that i'm at the far left, lower section of the graph; a communist anarchist as it were. with gandhi, mandela, and the dalai lama. how about you?

anyway, i have to go get ready for faux-work. i'm going in to observe tonight.

ooh. die warzau's bodybag just came on, so i have to stick around til it's over.