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For today's set of Co7G entries, I rented Space Station Silicon Valley on Wednesday, and Uncle Robby brought Adam for Mom to take care of on Saturday.
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Back to the present.
Mom and Dad got a toaster-oven, and we had pikelets for breakfast yesterday.
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Later on, while I was playing Super Mario RPG, Mom came up into the apartment and asked me if I should see Vincent less for the rest of the summer. Most of the time, I go out for a drive with him, and I come home pissed off after he gives me one more lecture after the last about how important it is to make friends. Most kids make friends because they want to, their parents have to set curfews, and if they need to punish them, they forbid them from seeing said friends. That's one of the points behind Zits. On the other hand, Vinnie told me that with Taylor and Mark, their parents had to force them to be social, so to him, my parents apparently never challenged my autistic limitations.
Forced them to be social? Okay, let me say one thing: Even though Chelle was never even allowed to have video games, he told me that for autistics, having a rich social life was the antithesis of living a fulfilling life.
I'm not gonna say anything more about what Vinnie said to me. Whatever he does say in any given lecture is hardly different from what he would've said the previous time. I have my job plan figured out already, I'm teaching myself Japanese (from three books, not from a game), I have Jake and Chelle to talk to online, everything else I'll need comes from material things called video games. End of story.
So, I've told Mom that I've decided that I should just stop seeing Vinnie entirely until school begins.
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Moving on, last night, all seven of us went to the Pita House Deluxe for Grandma's birthday. That place is much further away from our home than the regular Pita House. We talked about all kinds of things on the way there and at the place, and we ordered some dishes to share amongst all of us, rather than just getting one dish for each person. Well, me and Brian got our own Mediterranean Burgers, and I was the only one to get baklavah (everyone else was too full for it after the main course).
Grandma Barbara and Aunt Marie left before I woke up, but Grandma called while I was typing up this blog entry. She asked me if Mom and Dad were awake yet, but even though I'm the only one awake so far, I did offer to put them on for her.
( Read more... )
Back to the present.
Mom and Dad got a toaster-oven, and we had pikelets for breakfast yesterday.
-----
Later on, while I was playing Super Mario RPG, Mom came up into the apartment and asked me if I should see Vincent less for the rest of the summer. Most of the time, I go out for a drive with him, and I come home pissed off after he gives me one more lecture after the last about how important it is to make friends. Most kids make friends because they want to, their parents have to set curfews, and if they need to punish them, they forbid them from seeing said friends. That's one of the points behind Zits. On the other hand, Vinnie told me that with Taylor and Mark, their parents had to force them to be social, so to him, my parents apparently never challenged my autistic limitations.
Forced them to be social? Okay, let me say one thing: Even though Chelle was never even allowed to have video games, he told me that for autistics, having a rich social life was the antithesis of living a fulfilling life.
I'm not gonna say anything more about what Vinnie said to me. Whatever he does say in any given lecture is hardly different from what he would've said the previous time. I have my job plan figured out already, I'm teaching myself Japanese (from three books, not from a game), I have Jake and Chelle to talk to online, everything else I'll need comes from material things called video games. End of story.
So, I've told Mom that I've decided that I should just stop seeing Vinnie entirely until school begins.
-----
Moving on, last night, all seven of us went to the Pita House Deluxe for Grandma's birthday. That place is much further away from our home than the regular Pita House. We talked about all kinds of things on the way there and at the place, and we ordered some dishes to share amongst all of us, rather than just getting one dish for each person. Well, me and Brian got our own Mediterranean Burgers, and I was the only one to get baklavah (everyone else was too full for it after the main course).
Grandma Barbara and Aunt Marie left before I woke up, but Grandma called while I was typing up this blog entry. She asked me if Mom and Dad were awake yet, but even though I'm the only one awake so far, I did offer to put them on for her.