Dear Diary. This is stupid. I have 19 and I keep doing the dear diary shit?
Since I finished my last diary I was eager to get a new one; sometimes is better just get it out in this format. Anyway, I'll keep updating as the day goes on.
Update; I'm still in collage, after all, getting a PhD on astrophysicist and engineering at the same time consumes, well, time. Still happy about it, the space is so interesting, but I feel like something is missing, but I don't worry about it.
Update; dad told me and my brother that he would come back for some MONTHS, I'm so happy about that, I want to tell him about my latest project. It's still on blue prints, and is just a dream, but still, I want him to see it.
Mental note: The last cookie is always for Rose. That idiot will kill me the next time.
Another mental note: I need to stop biting pens, the ink tastes like SHIT.
Update; I got an old motorcycle from Bill to fix, he told me that needed some repairs and would be good as new to sell, this is why I love this job, I can get my hands on good old tech. I started to see the budget for repairs and tomorrow I'll seek for the pieces.
Today I was so excited that I forgot to write about it. My dad came to town, he said that he was going to stay a whole month with us, mom is so happy, even Rose stopped being such a pussy and join the fun. I almost couldn't control myself from giving him a hug so tight that his ribs break. I remain calm even on the excitement from seeing him again.
We did so much things with him, but the first part of today was showing him the blueprints, he said that they where exceptional and help me by pointing out little errors and things that would help so much with the design.
And after that he gave us a rock from a foreign planet to both of us. It was exciting, everything right now is exciting. But I'll have to leave it here because it's already getting late.
I had a strange dream where mom was on the table and I was the only one sitting there. I ate her. I hated how good she tasted.
Am I weird?
No, I'm not. I'm normal, in fact, I'm clean as my mother and my father. I am normal.