I need to stop being so peegai-like with my dad and start treating my dad like he's one of my absent-minded professors. In other words, show absolute, doormat-like deferrence to him to his face and bitch about him nonstop behind his back. (As opposed to what I'm doing now, bitching in front of and behind his face.)
On another vein, I had a peegai-esque dream. I dreamed my fiction-writing prof told me I was dressed too causal and it would effect my grade. Then it was time for my school's end-of-semester teacher evaluation. So I went down the little bubble-list and went "very ineffective, very ineffective, very ineffective..."
IRL I did give that prof an eval today but the only thing I think I rated as complete shite was the textbook. I frigging hate that textbook.