Sunday, March 1, 2015 "63."

Sunday, March 1, 2015
Week: 28
Songs to Remember: What's Wrong With Me - Topp Dogg, I Wonder Why - Dion & the Belmonts

        Gonna have to start remembering to type "March" instead of "February" now.

        So, what did I do today? Well. League was one thing. Hearthstone was another thing. Haven't played that thing in a couple years, and that was only when my best buddy had an extra beta key. Umm, watched the "Drake and Josh: Go Hollywood" movie with my cousin.

        A couple days ago, dude messages me on Facebook at 11:00 PM saying "sup". I closed chat for him for a reason, and with my icon no longer saying "Online" for him, it would give him a hint as to stop messaging me at times like this. But no. I mean, what makes him think I'm still f***ing awake? I respond with "ok" and he replies with "What did you get on that math test?" Like, seriously? He messages me at 11:00 PM just to ask me about what I got on a f***ing math test. God.

        Anyways, today is my dad's birthday. Me, my mom, and even he forgot about it, heh. If it weren't for his buddy reminding him and sending him like a birthday IM, we would've all forgot, heh. So, happy birthday, dad. He's turning 63 this year, and he's retiring soon. By soon I mean this year, sometime around May or March, don't remember. Yeah, 63. He was born in 1952 and was in the army or something at one point. But damn, that's a lot of years spent if you think about it. 1952, which means he was 30, and it was only 1982.

        This reminds me. One time, when my dad walked me to school rather than my mom one day, my classmate/old buddy, ehhh, was like "Is that your grandpa?" This was in 3rd/ 4th grade by the way. After thinking about it, he's been through a lot. Especially coming from Vietnam to here, that's a lot. I was born here, not in Vietnam, so, I basically speak more English than Viet right now. But growing up hearing my parents speak only Viet, I can understand basically a majority of everything Viet, I just can't speak much of it anymore. I can really only say basic stuff, or only if it's been repeated to me. I speak a lot of English, mixed in with a bit of Viet, with my parents.

        And so, yeah. Happy birthday, dad. I'm in a time right now where if I don't get my peace and quiet, or if you come into my room, I'll get pissed off for no reason. I blame puberty. Even when you wake me up at 4:00 AM 'cause you're trying to tuck me in. Even if you say stupid or embarrassing things. Even with you still treat me like I'm 5. I don't like those things, but deep down, I know that it's only 'cause ya love me. This is probably the only time you'll hear me be all mushy gushy like this. Sooo, yeah, I'll see you tomorrow.