April, 2006

I’ve been mulling over the sidebar to this Sunday Register article for the last few days, especially this part:

Warning signs your child is using marijuana

• A change in the group of friends a child hangs out with.
• The child becomes more secretive or isolated.
• Mood changes, such as irritability, “laziness” or being unmotivated to participate in favorite activities.
• An increase in patterns of staying out late or sleeping at odd hours or for long durations of time.
• Displays symptoms of depression or hostility.
• Begins to show a carelessness in grooming.
• A change in academic performance.

To summarize, if your teenager is irritable, dresses funny, and sleeps a lot, then you should be looking for joints in the laundry. Obviously, teenage drug use is a bigger problem than any of us realized. I didn’t even know how to approach such an obviously generalized list until I saw this:

Thank you, Drew. Your insights, as always, are appreciated. And funny.

I think I might need to start a “Douchebag of the Week” post. It’s been done before, but I could start with this woman.

Now, this article shrewdly avoids mentioning specific games that were removed, but I’m assuming this crazy bitch took away House of the Dead. Now what am I supposed to play before watching Silent Hill? Lady, next time keep your kids on a leash instead of assuming the rest of us feel the same way you do.

I guess it’s time I stop using rabbits to avoid the issue and talk about what is really going on. Anybody that ever reads this blog knows I don’t really use it as a forum for airing my personal life. I know a lot of people who seem more comfortable using the web to deliver news about personal events, but I’m just not a very public guy. I don’t even talk much about myself in person. That, in the end, is what is forcing me to write this blog. I just can’t find any way to discuss this in person.

On Sunday, I broke up with Maggie. I’m the bad guy in this situation, and I know it. This is mainly because she still wants the relationship, but I don’t. I can see that I am hurting her, which upsets me, but I can’t see any way around it. I figure I had (have?) four options:

1. Break up now.
2. Wait a while to break up. This way, the relationship can be even more serious and the breakup can be even more painful.
3. Stay in the relationship until Maggie is tired of it and breaks up with me.
4. Marry her.

So that sucks. I really want to stay friends, but that is starting to seem more and more difficult right now. I’m sorry if this affects any of our friends or makes life awkward for anyone. Mostly, though, Maggie is the one that I need to say I’m sorry to. Over, and over, and over. I really am. I hope this stops sucking someday.

The easter bunny visited at work. Also, the camera on my new phone is alright.

Oh man. I wish I could have heard him say that.