Brian's World

Yay to me!

Yay to me!

I made the rank of Eagle scout on Sunday afternoon, June 25th, 2006. The Board of Review took place at the South Hadley Police Station. The board was held by: Mr. Bob Carrier, Mr. Gerry Lacasse, Mr. Ronald Boissonault, and Mr. Lee Faille. Missing were: Police Chief Labrie, Principal Dan Smith. My Scoutmaster Mr. Steven Roberts was there as my mentor. Overall it was a lot like a job interview. Where people say “interesting” instead of “sounds good.” But I got the job, Eagle Scout Brian.. woot woot.

In other news, I completely forgot what I was going to say. Oh darn. McDonalds Sundae’s are yummy, especially their Hot Fudge because it’s actually hot.

Ummmmm…. yea… Vacation next week, I’m super excited!!!

Happy Birthday Dad?

Today my dad turned the big 60… woot woot.

And of course he made me go on a walk with him. Walks are never good experiences, and this one very potentially was the worst one to date.

Did you know I was never congratulated for getting a job? My parents view what I do as something that was handed to me, not something I actually have to work at. If they only knew… maybe they’d be happier if I was working at Big Y or some place like that. Not to dis any Big Y employee’s out there..

Turns out my parents and I have a completely different view on work. I work to learn, to get experience, maybe a skill that will help me down the road. I’m pretty sure my Sharepoint scripting I learned today will be helpful with the way I see Microsoft going. For me, I would do this if I was getting paid a million dollars or if I was volunteering, its the experience that matters. My parents on the other side care about me earning money, they view it as the essential part of my job. Making an hourly rate is better than all the experience in the world. Hence a problem. When they talk about how much money I make, and how much I spend, they fail to bring up how much experience I’m getting, and how that will help me later on. And honestly, I think I’m pretty good with my money. I don’t buy outrageous items for pleasure purposes (cough paintball guns cough), I do not need to be on the bleeding edge with technology hardware, and you don’t see me buying out clothing stores.

The second issue is not blog appropriate, simply too personal and upsetting to me. Yes, I know you’re pretending to support me. And I appreciate the act, but it’s still and act none the less.

How has common sense ever been an issue to bring up? It’s common!

No dad, I have not wanted to be able to have a meaningful discussion with you. I understand that was something you missed out in as a child with parents that were… just there…but I think I’ll miss out as well….

I’m only feeling slightly better, know things are not going the way I want them to and I’m not sure what I can do about it. Yes, this summer is better than the last one, by leaps and strides.. which I should be happy for… but i look at the races and see I’m barely clear of the starting line… and it’s a four lap race.

I’ll keep y’all updated!

Pain… suffering… wet towel

A few months ago I saw myself having the same boring, unfun, lonely summer I’ve had for the past 4 years. This year was different though, this year there was a fleck of hope for change. A chance for a summer of excitement, friends, and fun. But today, that speck of hope washed away, and the summer I saw, the one I’ve seen so man times before, became the summer that is.
I sit here outside alone in one chair. Sitting in the chair next to me is a citronella candle, and it won’t even say lit. I’m alone out here, my family hasn’t noticed me missing or cared to see what’s wrong.
I tried to wish upon a star, but there aren’t even stars in this cloudy Vermont sky. If I could only catch a lucky mosquito, I’ve already planned my wish.
This summer was and is my last summer to do things right, and it’s gotten off to the worse start ever. What makes this summer worse than all others is what I have strapped to my waist. A one way, see through portal into fun. I’m seeing, hearing, and reading about the fun others are having and I’m jealous. I’m jealous I’m imprisoned up here while everyone is galavanting south of the border. I’m envious of the memories being made that seem to last forever, when all I can get is a mosquito bite. I’m jealous there is someone sitting, standing, or even near you, when all I have is a candle.
Its not the fact I always want to, or care to, participate in the fun. The fact is I just like having the opportunity, I appreciate the invite, the chance to take you up on the offer….. but I can’t even do that.

I sat outside for 2.5 hours, it’s now 10:30. No one came to check on me.