Being responsible sucks, but I do it because I know in my household if I’m not responsible, no one else will be. I’m literally the glue that keeps things together. My mother for example, she’s an awesome person but I swear people take advantage of her kindness. When I say some people, one person in particular is my brother’s girlfriend –who is awesome by the way– she’s a bit irresponsible at times. Let’s just say while borrowing my mom’s car she got a few tickets here and there and when I say a few I mean four. Yesterday these two crazies were way shocked that there was a boot on the car. -_- My exact response was “I don’t know why you’re surprised they’re always sending you a bill to pay them. That’s what happens when you don’t pay tickets. I can be irresponsible at times, but if I owe someone I make it my business to pay someone and take responsibility for my ridiculousness (which rarely occurs). Me as a person I like to do everything I can possibly do for myself so I don’t owe someone. Needless to say I bailed tweedle dee and tweedle dum out of their predicament because I’m pretty awesome at saving up. I’m always the one to save the day but I swear there’s never anyone to save the day for me at times.
I booked my birthday party. It’s going to be at the Japanese restaurant Nakama and I’m gathering my friends and family. My actual birthday is the 13th of February but I always celebrate that Friday and Saturday. Already three of my close friends said they won’t be attending. One has a pass because it’s a job opportunity but I feel like some of my friends don’t come to my birthday celebration because they rather go out with their significant other and that’s just wrong. I go out of my way to show them love on their birthday and I bring them gifts and I make it all about them. I’d like to have my one day where it’s just about me. Is that too much to ask for?
The guy I really like is coming back to town next month. I told him we’re definitely going to have to link up. We went to see Batman together and the first time we attempted to do so I’ll never forget getting so lost that I just decided to go back to his house with him. That totally shocked him because I said I would stay the night and I didn’t need to go home to get anything. We sat up cuddling and what not and he fell asleep watching TV with me. He’s uber cute and he’s a gentleman from Nebraska. I’ve been enjoying showing him around Pittsburgh and the best thing about the arena football season coming up is I get to see him and go to his games. I’m not really into football but I enjoy supporting him if that makes any sense. The only problem is I don’t know how he feels about me. We have fun together and he seems easy to talk to, and funny but I’m an optimistic person so I’ll see where this friendship takes us.
I’m moving back in with my dad. Apparently living in the city sucks a lot a lot. It’s so far away from the rest of my family. That’s great on my pockets because I’ll pay less bills and I don’t have to feel like I’m keeping this financial boat afloat in my mom’s house. I’m still praying I get this flight attendant job. It would be beyond awesome and I think my five years in customer service does a lot for me as a prospective candidate. It would be awesome to just get away a bit.
My brother won’t be home until July Everyone that knows me, knows that my relationship with my brothers is rather close. I have four brothers (2 of them are my step-dad’s children and 2 are my mother’s kids). Out of all of them I am the responsible child (go figure). My brother’s from my mother boy oh boy. I call them tweedle dee and tweedle duh…smh my youngest brother has no job, and no motivation to ever get one. Then my oldest brother, he’s been in and out of jail for stupid stuff since like eight-years-old. He was supposed to come home in December but he violated his parole and now I’ll be sending him money and putting up with his lovely spacey girlfriend who lives with us and is still getting her life together, until July. I need to get a job before July. I plan to have something figured out way before then. By the end of February I will get financially back on track and figure out where the heck I’m going to work for the rest of 2013.
I can’t believe I’ll be 24 next month WOOT.