Guinness World Record For The Longest Night Ever

Avast, my extended leave of absence from the blogosphere has come to a rest, and I have returned to my rightful e-throne. I suppose you may want to know what I've been up to for the past month or so to see what has kept me so busy from blogging, or you may just want to know what you've missed. Well...

-I got a job. It's pretty sweet. It's my first paying radio gig, even though I'm barely on-air at all.
-I've been doing karate about twice as much as I used to now. I'm much more sore much more often now.
-Warren left Against Me!.
-Parties. Lots of 'em. Nothing out of the ordinary to report there.
-My parents are splitting up.
-I saw The Hangover. Great movie.
-I blew my face off with a barbeque. Well, just the left half, but still, singed beard hair and burnt off eyelashes were had by all.
-Fuck you, spellchecker. It's barbeque. Not barbecue.

Yeah, so I guess that's about it. I also bought some pants, got a haircut, and slept a lot, but that didn't seem all that out of the ordinary. Actually, it's all pretty boring so I'll get right to the important shit:

My folks are getting a divorce. Well that sucks, eh? One half of me thinks it's weird that I'm putting this out in a blog before actually telling anyone in person, but then again, who actually reads this? So the new game is don't talk about this amongst each other, Dear Readers, but only to me. It'll be like a feedback survey to see how many people visit the site. Except only one person will respond and likely be the only reader I'm aware I have right now anyway.

I don't know what to say about the whole scenario. There's a lot of ways a person can look at an event like this, y'know? I could write a few pages about how this affects me and what's going to change in my life, but that feels more than a little selfish. I'm not getting divorced here. I'm not married. I don't know how any of this feels, how this really came about, or probably significant chunks of the backstory. It'd be like watching a movie with the sound off and occasionally losing consciousness throughout it all, then complaining about the character development once the credits roll. Not really fair to the actors, screenwriter, or director, right?

All I really can say is that it suddenly feels "real" now. Everyone's parents fight, and if they don't I'd be even more worried than if they did. When you're a kid they try to hide it from you. As you get older they complain about each other to you. When you're grown up, they stop hiding it all from you. But it still doesn't feel like a legit fight. Today was the first time since Christmas my family has all been gathered together in one place. It was a bit of a joint Father's Day thing with my sister's birthday (which is on Wednesday). They told us they've decided to call it quits shortly after dinner, and all anyone could do for the rest of the night was sit there quietly and stare at the TV. It was awkward to say the least.

I came home tonight at 3AM from taking my sister back to the city. Shortly thereafter, I could hear them fighting upstairs. Loudly. I quietly announced my departure and went for a walk around town for a couple hours while this all set in. I'm just getting in now, and it's all kinda settling in my brain now so I can start to form some kind of opinions, but really, I don't know what I'm doing right now. It's quarter after 5. I watched the sunset and the sunrise today. I was tired when I woke up, I'm barely awake now. If this is even legible I'll be surprised. I might just leave this overnight as a draft, then post it in the morning.

I've been pondering the subjects of home and family a lot lately, so maybe there'll be some deep blogs coming on those subjects soon. Until then, sorry for the poorly worded, half-asleep blog post. I'll get back to writing about being a poor, drunk college kid soon enough.

-Riley