Monday, May 7, 2007

It's alright, I've got a right to rant and be pissed off. It's a blog.
So yeah, I've got this really lame project due in a week. It's actually a wonder I started working on it now instead of the night before.
Anyway, you've got to build a rube goldberg type of thing. It's got to have chemical kinetic eletrical energy blablabla yadayadayada.

Well, I asked my dad for help with coming up with a chemical/electrical something or other. Which he helped greatly with btw.
He also took over the whole freaking thing. Which wouldn't be a problem if I hadn't worked so goddamn hard on it. It's not so much that, but this. I had this whole design planned out, it was simple, cheap, and could be tested easily. I won't lie, he helped a lot with it. But I was actually really proud with my ideas and how they'd work out, which is a shock for me I know, especially since it has to do with school.
Anyway, still proud of my design, I come to talk to a friend of mine to work out some plans for the summer. (I'll tell more in a minute) Then dad calls me into the room, and has this design he'd come up with for part of it, that I actually thought would work well and didn't have a problem doing it. But I asked something like
"Well, here what could I use? It seems like what I came up with would be easier." It was some sort of bracket he wanted to build. (He builds stuff, it's his hobby.) So, he opens the pad he's drawing in to a blank sheet, holds it in front of me, and says "What's on this paper is what you came up with."

...

I just left. WTF? I came up with the whole thing! It's not my fault he took over MY project that was easier to build and more likely to be accepted by my teachers as something I might actually come up with? Honestly! I'd worked really hard on this thing and he blew it off like it was nothing. Maybe it's not even worth getting emotional over.

Oh, and the fact that he just walked in and gave a goodnight kiss on the forehead makes me feel a LOT better.
[sarcasm]
I mean, I guess he sensed he hurt my feelings and feels guilty. Considering he never does that. But I'm still pissed at him, but makes me pissed at myself because he really doesn't deserve it. I know he's just trying to help, but I worked really hard on this, and shouldn't have been told I'd done nothing.

I know he didn't mean anything by it. But seriously, so what if I'm not a mechanical engineer. I actually think this thing might have been A-worthy. And I'm pissed that he'd blow off everything I'd done like that. I mean, considering I'd designed most of the damned thing.

Anyway, now that it's out of my system.
There is SOME good news. Also some bad news.
Projekt Revolution dates are lame. I was hoping for Houston, and by some miracle maybe New Orleans.
I MIGHT be able to make the Dallas show considering my friends mom wants to see Linkin Park. Honestly, I just want to see Mindless Self Indulgence. Maybe Placebo and My Chemical Romance.

But I'm DEFINATELY going to see 311 and Matisyahu with him this summer. (Plans I'd mentioned before)
I <3 my friends.
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