T minus 8.5 hours

Hello once again! Only 8 and a half hours remain until I leave California, friends, and family and start my adventures in England!!! I have come up with a nice strategy plan to make sure I get minimal jet lag when I land in England. My basic plan? That's simple! Just stay awake until 10 am which is when my plane leaves LAX to San Fran. At San Fran we switch planes. On the plane to London, I plan on taking a nice long 8 hour nap. This sleeping time should coincide nicely with the time in England. By leaving San Fran at around 12ish that means I would be in the air around 8pm UK time. By sleeping around 8 hours in the air, I would wake up around 4 am UK time. Although this may sound early, it is much easier to wake up at 4 in the morning and catch up on sleep, rather than stay awake for almost 2 days straight! Which explains why I am up so late at night. I must hold ground for another 4 hours. At 5:30 am I plan on taking a shower, at which point at 6 am I will wake up my dad. I will finish packing and we leave the house at 6:30 getting to the ariport in an hour and leaving 2.5 hours until my plane departs. Those last couple hours will be difficult, but I'll find someway to handle.

In the meantime, I have a duty to accomplish much in these next 4 hours and so since my gaming system (PS2) is not working, I thought I would write a blog about my last week with my dad. It was a normal father experience and I must say I came to some conclusions about my father which make me get even angrier, but more on that later. First, let us first begin from the end of last post... Thursday


So at the end of Thursday, around 10 am, my father decided that since my brother was so hurt and anguished with pain for having to leave me and not see me for a year, that my father and I would drive all the way to phoenix to see my brother again for the weekend. I almost wanted to shoot my father, and for 2 totally seperate reasons.
1) I had been travelling almost non-stop for 2 weeks in cars, in planes, and everything and I just wanted to rest. I did not feel like being in a car, stuck with my dad, for 6 hours, absolutely bored out of my mind, when instead I could be sleeping, resting, playing games, and other things that would allow me to relax. I guess I should mention that I really do not like cars at all, and I hate driving in them long distances, and I hate driving them long distances even more. So I was really really not up for driving anywhere anymore. I had just landed in LA, and I planned to stay. So this problem was easily fixed by being able to convince my dad to have my brother fly out here instead. Sure it cost my dad $250 to fly him out roundtrip, but that is the expense my dad was willing to pay apparently.
2) The next reason I didn't want to see my brother again was due to the pain it would cause. It was hard enough leaving my family behind in Arizona, it had caused enough trauma, but now my dad had the gaul to want my brother and I to experience the pain all over again. I don't think he realized that saying goodbye once is difficult, but saying goodbye more than once is unbearable. But of course, even with me trying to explain to my dad that this would cause more pain than healing, he refused to listen to a word I said and thought it best to allow my brother to come over. Apparently my dad was only thinking of himself and not the well-being of his two children, which again shows how horrible of a human my dad is, but more on that later.

So we had my brother come up on friday. Almost directly from picking him up from the airport we went and saw a movie. "Stardust" was a very good movie. I do admit it was very cheesy near the end, but the whole gay subplot in the movie just made it so good. It allowed my imagination to soar. And with all the reading I have been doing the past couple of days has made it even better. So we went and saw that and then of course went to the bookstore and such. Saturday was filled with almost nothing as we sat at work all day and at night all we did was go to the mall for no particular reason. Sunday was the most productive day of all. Firstly we went golfing, since my brother and dad for some reason now love to golf. I find golf particularly dry and not very fun. I am not a golf player and don't really enjoy it. I find it a rich person's sport, and since I don't want to be rich it repels me. But of course my brother and dad who dream of riches nonstop love the sport of golf and so they sat and hit some balls. They tried to get me to hit some, but I had to force and insist that I didn't want to. It's like they were trying to force me to be just like them, golf players... yuck. At the end of the golf playing we went to the Glendale Galleria to look for watches. I found a nice Diesal watch which we bought for $150 and my brother found a nice Swatch watch for $140 and my dad paid for both of them and it made life good. Then of course Sunday night my brother left for Phoenix again, and again I was filled with pain. Of course, my dad is again pretty stupid with things. My brothers plain was supposed to leave at 7:45 but ended up getting delayed until 10pm. My dad decided it would be a good idea to drop by YET AGAIN and see my brother before he left. So basically my brother came out of the terminal to say hi for an hour or so. At this point I was angry at my father for not realizing how completely stupid he was being and for not listening to me. My brother should have stayed inside in order to figure out what was happening to his delayed plane and to see if he can get on an earlier one. Well, of course my brother didn't try and get on an earlier one, and so I had to go and talk with the people myself in order to get him a flight at 9pm so that he can get home. It seemed my brother and dad wanted him to just spend the night and take the 7 am flight out of burbank even though my brother has school at 7:30 the next morning. Does that make sense to anyone? So that was thankfully fixed.

Of course my brothers visit was not the only thing that occured this past week. Yesterday I had the enjoyment to be able to go and visit my Aunt Armen and Maggie Nene. I went there for lunch and we sat and talked the whole time. I must say it was the most fun I had all week. We just sat and had a cup of tea and it was like good old times. I must say I enjoy my mom's side of the family much more than my dad's side of the family. My aunt gave me some names of people she would like me to try and find while I am over in England. I don't know how I will find them, but of course I will try and look for them for her.

So a couple of things that happened at my father's work. Well, it just so happens that when I get to my father's place I don't really ever relieve myself sexually due to the fact that I am always around my father. This makes it difficult to look at gay porn/read gay porn/even just go to the bathroom and wank off. And so for almost a whole week I found myself sexually extremeley frustrated. I was checking out the ugliest men in the world and was so horny at that moment I didn't care. I think I was going through heat or something. But the point of this is that my dad has a worker named Eddie who is decently attractive. I mean he is not completely attractive, but his personality makes up for it. Oh, and did I mention he is utterly straight too, and metro? So anyway, of course every time I saw him I was almost instantly turned on. Mind you no one over there knows I am gay so I had to tone down the whole thing. Imagine being stuck in a car with someone you just want to jump for 10 minutes when it's just the two of you, and all he sits and talks about is the girl he went out with the other day and how he thinks she has a sexy voice! Let's just say, it is hard to live sex free for this long. I need to find myself a mate, and quick.

Another thing I would like to mention is the ordeal of my father. As time progresses I grow more and more sick and tired of my dad. I always think 'oh this time he will be better,' but he never is. Some things to note about my father.
1) He is extremely sexist - I had noted to him that he has no women working in the office and I asked him if there was any particular reason he never hired a women. He flat out said that women were stupid and could not do the jobs he needed. At that point I was angry and told him that he should hire a women by the time I come back from England. He said that he would hire a women and that she would stay in his office naked the whole time. I mean how disgusting is that. Is that the only way that he thinks of women? An object to play with and do as you please. He is so ridiculously stupid in that regards it makes no sense to me. And then later on that day after I mentioned a story about the macy's attendants who were helping me try and adjust my watch for my wrist, and all three that were helping me were women and I was describing how we couldn't get it off, and my father has the gaul to say that this proves that women are stupid. How about NO!!! We couldn't fix the watch not because we didn't know what we were doing, but because the manufacturer didn't send us the correct supplies. It was NOT because the people helping me were women. Of course I wanted to jump and slit his throat, but I couldn't.
2) He is impulsive - My father likes to make a decision in split seconds without thinking about the consequences or whether or not it is the best thing to do at the moment. An example of this was my brother coming to visit. It took my father a whole of 5 minutes to decide that he wanted to see my brother in order to help him with his problems. My father didn't sit and decide whether this plan would be good for my brother, for me, if my father could even afford this plan. Instead he just set out to do it, impulsively. He has done this in the past with buying my external harddrive. I had been saving up for an external harddrive, and when we were in radioshack and I was browsing through the external harddrives, my father bought one without even looking at any of the details and gave it to me saying that I should have what I want instead of waiting for it. He didn't think about what he was doing. He wanted the harddrive and he wanted it now. Which I guess is a good saying for how my father works, if he wants something, he wants it now. So he never thinks about anything and just does things on impulse, without any structure, and I can't handle that. I need structure in my life.
3) He only thinks about himself - Again this is shown with having my brother come down for the weekend. My dad wouldn't listen at all that my brother coming down would maybe hurt him more than help him, instead my father only thought about himself and proceeded to have my brother come down. He also does this at his job. I know that since he owns the business he must look out for profits and such in order to continue being successful and so he must look out for only himself, but there are limits. One of his employees, Gary, was working for him for a few months. Recently Gary's son ran away from him. Of course Gary was in shambles and couldn't go to work for a couple of days. Who wouldn't be that crazy when their only son just ran away from home and you have no idea where they are? So, then eventually Gary finds his son (I think he found him Sunday), and my dad decides that this would be the best time to fire Gary. He fired Gary monday. I mean this guy just went on an emotional roller coaster for the past couple of days having to deal with his lost son, and now you are firing him? Yes, it may hurt your company a tiny bit, but the least you can do is at least wait a week or two before firing him. I found that completely selfish of my dad. My dad also has this thing where he tries to get everyone to work for him. He has been trying to get my brother and I to work for him for years now. He has succeeded in almost getting my brother to work for him, but he doesn't sit and think what would be best for my brother. My brother doesn't fully want to work for my dad, but instead is only doing it cause he thinks it would be an easy job (even though it won't). My mom and I have finally convinced my brother to follow his own dream instead of following in my father's footsteps. My dad has also been trying to get me to work for him, which is funny since I have already made plans about where I will be working and all that. And he tries to sneak it in, like he will try and get me to write him a email for him using HTML and to teach him, and to do that for him, and that. So this week I gave up on him and was like, 'no, you want to write an email using HTML then go learn HTML yourself, you can't rely on me to do it for you.' So I showed him a website and let him go at it. Of course he never even looked at the site and went and did other work. Again this shows he doesn't care about other people, only himself. He doesn't care that I want to be a math teacher in High School, he only knows that since I'm smart and good in math I can help him to make his company stronger and better.

And although there is more to talk about my dad and how horrible of a human he is, I figure that is enough about my father for one day. I have written for about an hour on here so I
will stop writing so much. I am going to continue packing up my stuff and maybe play some more sudoku since the game Myst is no longer working :(. If I get utterly bored, I may come on here to write a review of something or other, but who knows. As of now it is T minus 7.5 hours until liftoff of my aircraft, and I am patiently waiting for the flight to come so I can leave this hell hole called my father's house.

Loves and Kisses for probably the last time from Los Angeles,
Aram the Garmo