With no way of doing any job hunting until my mom gets my dad's car so I can drive that, I began the yard work that I had to do in order to be able to get on the computer and PS2. I was going to weed-eat around the burn pile, but remembered that when I used the rider mower in the old sheep yard, some of the branches from our tall fir trees were almost to the ground and I was unable to mow under or behind them. I took out my trusty Banshee sword and cut them down. That thing really cuts well. I trimmed them so they only come down about as high as my head. Now my arms are tired. Once Catie is finished playing Legend of Legaia (since I downloaded it, 4 of us have started playing it again), I'm going to play some.

My mom just took me to where my dad works to get his car. Ugh. I hate driving his car. I want to drive my car! The driver seat doesn't go back enough so my thighs always hit the bottom of the steering wheel. He doesn't have a cool stereo like mine and I have to listen to the radio because he doesn't have a CD player. Plus, it's a Ford Escord, whereas mine is a Chevy Camaro.

I often feel that I can't do anything right. Someone usually finds something wrong with something I do. I'll clean the kitchen and my mom will find something that I somehow missed and act like I left he whole freakin' kitchen dirty. It's not like I purposely neglected to clean that pan. I looked around and didn't see anything else to be done. She says I need to be more observant. Well, when she tells me how to be, then maybe I'll listen. When I weed-ate (is that the correct term?) the strip of grass close to the road, which took a long time to do and was a lot of work, instead of saying I did a good job or even thanking me for doing it (which was more than I was asked to do), my dad says, "You did all that with the weed-eater? Why didn't you use the rider mower? You should have used it." I said that from how the land tilted, the rider mower would most likely tip over. In order to prevent that, I'd have to drive part of the time onto the road and even into the lane. He said that he used to mow there for years with the rider mower and that I'd just have to figure out how to do it. Well, I've mowed with it in the garden where there are big slopes, so I know what it's like. The rider mower we got almost tips over on smaller tilts than that, and it's steeper up by the road. He repeated that I'd just have to figure out how to do it. I hate it whenever he says something and never gives results of logical reasoning to back it up. I can say all I want and give all the comparisons but he'll just say that he knows what he's talking about and never give one shred of evidence.

Aside from the seemingly inability to do physical things right, I am not able to think things correctly, either. After many, many times of assuming things wrong and upsetting people in the process, I've come to the conclusion that the best thing for me to do is just go by what people say and that's it. No reading into anything, no trying to find hidden meanings, no reading between the lines. If someone says something like they are fine, then I'll take it as they are fine no matter how much their actions seem to tell me otherwise. Too many times have my gut instinct been wrong, and then when I try a different approach and think it all out, I arrive at an incorrect verdict as well. If my feelings fail to provide me with the right answer and my brain proves guilty of the same, and asking the person results in them either saying I shouldn't have to ask or them not wanting to talk about it, then what else is there to go by? The only thing I have left are my senses. My ears and eyes. It may sound naive, but I think it's better to be naive and go by solid evidence than to incorrectly assume something. If anyone has a better solution than this, please enlighten me, as I would really appreciate it.