Prelude to weight loss

I am at home for the summer, planning to get some work and get on in the world. I am missing my academic life, friends as well as others. I will get so fat over this summer, with no plays to be in and no work to do. I must rectify the second. My waist is about 27 inches at the moment, smaller than I thought it would be and the smallest in my family household. Smaller than my ten year old sister's, which shouldn't be I suppose. She should be smaller. I should not be larger.

Anyway. It was fathers day yesterday, and I'd purchased a moleskine (yes the spelling is correct) notebook for mine, and written a poem inside it. He didn't like it as much as I'd thought he would, but he had spent most of the day writing code and he was tired. Besides which, I should know him better- I did have inklings that the notebook, however well intended, would languish in a corner because my father has more important things to do. He's very clever, tenacious and dogmatic. He thinks I have a wealth of information, but this is simply because I have read slightly more- he reads philosophy, but his career is in computing, which he excels at. He believes that the best use he can be to us is to make money rather than be around a lot, which is not true. He seeks me out to discuss philosophy with because I am the echelons of education (this in itself is a farce), and exhausts my potential for such debates. I thought that with the notebook, he could record his musings (which are usually cantankerous ones about society going down the pan) and alleviate them somewhat. In retrospect, it is too bulky and too much fuss for him to carry about everywhere- I should have bought him a real book, he loves real books. I think he would do a philosophy degree if left to his own devices. My parents are potential cut short- both were bright, but my Mum wasn't expected to do A Levels and my Dad wasn't pushed enough so they didn't do as well as they could have done. They've both got careers now, but it would have been accelerated if they'd been encouraged. I am glad that they are encouraging of me, well, with common sense things. They wouldn't want me to be an artist or an actress, for example. They'd see it as futile I think, because I'm no Nicole Kidman or otherwise and wouldn't earn any money henceforth. I'd stunt my potential for other things by spending my life waiting tables. I've never spoken to them about drama school or anything, and I wouldn't because I don't want them to pay out any more than they have, they've put me through university and that is enough. And they are right.