A Look Inside

09/13/1978

6:30am
My alarm went off at 6:00 this morning, I've always hated that noise, it's always given me headaches in the morning. Once I turned it off I could hear my folks downstairs. I did my natural daily routine so this is basically just boring and pointless filler. My life isn't that interesting so I don't really know what to say. I start school today at my new school. Dad got this "glorious" new job in the big city out here in New York, so we had to pack up and move from home. I really am starting to miss the neighbors yelling at their dogs and listening to Mr. Cross play his acoustic guitar on the warm summer nights. It's been two days since we've really started staying here and the town is so busy and filled with noise. I'm always hearing passing cars and the next door neighbors have been playing loud music almost every night. Even mom was getting tired of hearing The Bee Gees at 2:30 in the morning. I have to go downstairs and get ready to head out for my first day soon so I can't write much more. Wish me luck. I'll be writing again to pass the time when I get home since I don't have Andy to hang out with anymore. Peace.

7:46pm
Well, my new school doesn't really seem to be too bad. I didn't really talk to anyone because you know me, I just can't ever seem to get a decent thought out of my mouth. I can only ever seem to keep intelligent thoughts and conversations in my head or on paper. I don't know, sometimes it just doesn't seem worth wasting my breathe to try to get to know anyone. The people at my last school were all kinda just assholes. Not to say I didn't like anyone there, I mean Lisa Jackson was always nice to me, she was in with the popular crowd, so I don't know why she bothered talking to me. I won't say I'm the most attractive man in the world but I know I'm not ugly either just, my personality seems to clash with other people. I miss Andy a lot, I miss listening to his impression of Mick Jagger anytime Rolling Stones songs came on the radio in the car. I want to call him real bad but I'm scared of the fee it would cost across the states and what dad would do to me if I talked to him too long.
On another note, I did meet this one kid named Billy Hunt, he seems a little odd, and he's in the 12th grade making him a grade above me. Kids don't seem to mess with him much, I sat by myself at the lunch table and he sat with me and I think he tried scaring me off, he was quiet and staring me down the entire time. I guess it was the table he claimed but, at the end of it we kinda got along. We talked about the fact that we both like DC comics a lot but that was about it. I might start hanging out with him just so I don't have to bother trying to make friends. Today's been a long day and I just got done doing my last reading assignment for my English homework. I don't know what else to do before bed except maybe read the copy of Night Shift by Stephen King dad picked up at the book store as a "I'm sorry I moved us away from everything we know and love" gift I guess. Him and mom have been arguing a little bit over the move because she misses aunt Betty. Aunt Betty has been in moms life since they were little girls. Mom and aunt Betty met when her parents first moved them out to Oregon, they were neighbors and had been best friends since. I kinda miss aunt Betty too, but she's always been loud and obnoxious. Mom and dad are good though, I think moms been coping better than I have. Dad seems to be the only one excited about this move, which he's always cared about money more than anything so that really doesn't surprise me at all. Damn money hungry pig. So all in all, first day of school was kind of a success since nobody really bothered me. Dad was very excited after his first day at the new office, he was bragging to me and mom all night at dinner about how great and amazing everyone is and blah blah blah blah. I just wish I could tell him that nobody cares. Mom pretends she does and, so, she was faking smiles left and right and asking questions to appease him.
Maybe she actually does enjoy talking to him about his day, who knows. He never asks her about hers, and besides my things, she's been doing all the unpacking, and the cleaning, and the cooking. This house belonged to his new boss and he sold it to him cheap for his willingness to switch companies and move so far from home. I think he thinks we'll have a better life here, but I don't want to be here. It's a three bedroom, three bathroom one story house with an underground pool, and a jacuzzi, with a big garden for mom to attend. It's all really nice but we don't need this much space. It's much bigger than our old two bedroom "shack" as dad called it right before convincing mom to move.
I don't want to seem spoiled and ungrateful, especially since dad did buy me some new band posters for my bedroom, even though he's strictly against rock. But I know that he's going to go back to being angry, violent, and irrational once the rush of the new house wares off for him. Mom loves the new house, but I know that she's probably overwhelmed with how much bigger it is. She also has to start cleaning the pool because his old boss left it open in the fall and winter last year and hasn't stayed here since last Summer. Poor mom, I'm going to help her with that once I'm done with my homework some days, when I don't try sneaking on the phone with Andy.

Night Shift is kind of a boring book.
I'll read more later and see if it gets better down the line.