I think I may be on a blogger roll lately, possibly its just boredom at work, maybe a shit load of things on my mind, weird people and attitudes -- I think its more so boredom at work.
I had my wonderful botany class, with the Prima Donna sitting behind me. Poke: “Hey, um did you happen to get a project for me?” I spun around and asked what chapters in the book she read that she might have found interesting – no response. Exactly what I thought, she didn’t crack the book open. I bet if I were to take her book and open it the back binder would pop. “So, do you like to eat pizza and drink beer?” she whispered to me. Once again with a dead pan face I said “What male on this planet doesn’t like pizza and beer?” I don’t care for her, or the way she treats people as if they are all beneath her, so she gets the short smartass replies from me. Then the offer came – Help her with the project and she will buy my broke ass all the pizza and beer and what ever else I wanted. (The broke ass was my addition). Philip looked at me and I knew he was about to sweat or bust into laughter. I chose again to be semi nice, thanked her for the offer and suggested to help when she chose a topic. “Just keep it in mind”… (You do the same).
Mom and I talked a while last night about Pops, she told me that he could have stayed home another few weeks but decided it might be a good idea to head out to the Gulf early. Personally I think that is highly immature, super lame, and utterly ridiculous to do to anyone you claim to love. You don’t walk out from resolving a problem; they taught us that and poked it in our heads over and over. Any event, my selfish attitude makes me happy he’s out of the picture for now. I see that it breaks my Moms heart to watch him do this spiral downward, when she is so eager and willing to help him.
Speaking of help – Jacks. When he moved out for school I knew it would be hard on him. He was home schooled, never really away from us and overly protected by my Mom. Hell, I still watch him like a hawk and he’s 19 now. I half expected him to call every once in a while, possibly send e-mails or a text here and there. Unless one of us on this end initiates it, we wouldn’t hear from him. I know living on your own for the first time can be very daunting; cooking, cleaning, school, getting up on time, homework, making new friends, just all around getting acquainted with one self. He wants to prove himself not only to us but to him self that he can stand on his own steam. An honorable and mature idea, “Don’t worry everything is cool here” he says. I can hear it in his voice, the unhappiness and loneliness, he doesn’t feel well and I suspect a majority of that are his nerves. Any way hopefully things will organize for him soon enough.
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