The life of Rae

has recently been full of painting. Thats practically all I did yesterday. Was paint. And I'm still not done! Ahh! Meh, so I take on big projects? So what? I'm ambitious! :D

I'm been relatively good at keeping up my work outs, not to what my coach I am sure would like me to be, but I don't even care. So far I've run about 4 or 5 times (Hurray for Kenna being my running buddy!) and I'm swam once; I'd have swam more at this point but it's too much effort to go to someone else's pool and mine is always closed when I am there. That'll change next week. I also had a good eating day yesterday. Minus the funk my dad fed me. Him and I are at odds, when I cook I make things that are healthy, wholesome, and meat-free. When he cooks it's full fat, grease, empty calories, full of meat and generally fiber-free(my hang-up: I LOVE me lots of fiber! I'm crazy like that.) So you can see where we have issues. He generally opts out for take-out when I cook. I manage to eat more than my fair share of icky mac'n'cheese and a decent salad. Oh, and since he doesn't like craisins it's my job to get them if I want them. Isn't that nice?

Oh, my brother is also an 18 year old who CANNOT put dishes away properly. He doesn't even try. Is it too late for super nanny?

John's coming out today, and I am going to show him the town! I'm going to take him places hes never been! (Not very hard, He assures me.) So my day is going to be busy and awesome!!! Woot!

Sheesh.

My dad thinks he knows a buncha junk about my computer. Because his computer is the 'better' model, he thinks he knows more than I do about mine. So when I ask him for help, he takes it as free reign to delete 'crap' from my computer. Crap such as better browsers, applications that make my life easier and so forth under the motto: 'It's taking up space, making her computer run slower or useless junk I wouldn't let touch my computer with a 10 foot pole.' and this makes it okay for him to delete said applications. WTF? I told him exactly what was wrong with my computer, and made him fix it A) because it was his stupid software that effed up my lappy in the first place and B) because I don't fee like taking the time. I am more than capable to fix my lappy on my own;done it a dozen times. But I feel since he didn't hear me out the first time (all i needed was the network key to go on the freakin' internet) and just shoved some software in my face that I told him wasn't what I needed, I'd make him do it. But apparently, no matter how many times I tell him what the matter is it doesn't matter. Because when he's on my computer, he's allowed to do what ever he damn well pleases. Aim? MSN Messenger? Never used! Out they go! Kodak and Adobe? Useless! Away with them! I swear, he blames the junk on my computer for my miseries, but he never stops to ask me why I have them.