So, my car isn't back yet. I am wondering what my little brother did to it. At this point I am not too concerned. I figure I will worry about it when it gets back. My dad is going to ream me out, and probably him if it even got a little scratch on it, so why should I worry. It does me no good. I hope Pacey and Dawson had a really fun trip though. Maybe they will actually give me the details ::shrugs::
I am suppose to be on beat patrol, but I am on my lunch break. I am not really hungry so I am in the back playing on the computer. I figure if someone needs them for work, i can just get off not a problem. This afternoon I get to go to court and testify on a traffic stop I did awhile back. We found a slight bit of marijuna so he is being charged for a drug crime. It should be interesting. Since we rarely get drug crimes, though now if he gets probation or parole or back on the street somehow, dad is going to watch him like a hawk. He doesn't really like people who are involved in drugs, and he thinks they are always shady. I think that they should be given the benefit of the doubt, sometimes people can change. I know that sometimes criminals can't help it, and 20% of the criminals committ 80% of the crime or something like that, but not every one who committs a crime is a bad person. And not everyone who sells drugs once, or tries it once is a bad people, and they aren't always going to be involved with drugs.
Tomorrow I get to go to court, and be baliff. So, I am excited about that. That is always a fun job, especially if we get an interesting case tried. I rarely get to be the baliff. Dad considers that one of the prime assignments, since you basically get to spend the day watching people, and things going on in the courthouse, and it isn't really that hard. And for some reason a lot of the officers want to do it, so he rotates for the most part. Usually he puts my name in after it has rotated four or five times, since he says he needs me for the important work like parking tickets, and watching speed traps. This time though he changed up the rotation and threw me in. I am not sure why. He asked me yesterday if I was okay, which is a rare thing. I told him my depression has been acting up, but for the most part I have been fine and then he said he changed the baliff rotation and I got to do it on friday ::shrugs:: I wonder if Gretchen said anything to him. Or it could have been someone else since news does travel fast in this little town, and karen has apparently been telling some of her friends that she is sorry she decided to break up with me again but it just wouldn't work .(right, this she decided after two days of the arrangement...I am not bitter though, I hope she has fun in Boston.)
My sister Nora was staying over for awhile at my apartment for a few nights. I am not sure why, she has her own studio place in Capeside. Freaking crazy hair dresser lady. She kept me up all the first night, playing some weird instrument. Tonight she went to go stay with my folks. She wasn't staying there before because Kerry was bringing the no neck monsters over during the day to hang out with the folks and Nora likes to sleep all day for the most part when she is not working, and she hates the kids. (personally, I don't think anyone really likes those kids) I think she may be having a fight with one of her three boyfriends, I have no idea. We don't talk much. She says I am weird and boring, and something about me needing to be in a zoo, but I usually don't listen to stuff she said anyway.
I am still feeling a little bummed that Karen decided that the friends with benefit thing didn't work. (see last post, which is on friends lock, so if you aren't my friends list, you can't see it obviously.) But my friend Nate came over last night, and we ranted about women, and we went over to the pool hall and played some pool. I totally suck at pool, he won, but it was fun. I actually almost won a game this time. I drank far more than I should have I had 3 beers, so my head is throbbing a bit, and everything is a bit fuzzy. I think next time I drink, which is rarely, I am going to stick with the wine, it usually doesn't effect me so strongly as beer. Plus, I am not much of a drinker anyway, don't want to become like my dad, that would be horrible.::shrudders::
My sister Gretch called yesterday to make sure I was okay. She said she didn't want to see me do anything drastic because I broke up with Karen again. I promised her I wouldn't. One little mistake when I was 18, that she found out about and she freaks out when I get depressed. (maybe one day I will talk about it here. for right now, I would rather not remember it. It seemed like a very good move at the time way back then, but now I look back at it and it scares me sometimes that I was that low back then.) Plus with my meds, my depression for the most part is somewhat under control, and she knows this, she just worries. That is okay, it is nice to have someone worry about me once and while, since God knows that worry doesn't seem to be a Witter trait. Or if we do worry, we have to word it where it is lined with sarcasim. But that is just how we are. Not real big on expressing our feelings of concern and stuff, without making it sound like a slam.
Anyway, this is getting really long, and my lunch break is over soon, so I will wrap this up.