Another longish one, not quite so optimistic.
I'm in a chatty mood. One of my favorite perks of having a journal is that I can talk to it all I want, and sometimes it talks back! Even in the middle of the night when I should be sleeping!
Fascination at the moment is one that's been running since December-ish when I found www.iansomerhalder.net. Dude. That place rocks. I wish more celebrities liked the camera like he does. What fascinates me the most about that site are the weekly questions that he responds to. Seriously, each week fans send in 5 questions, and Ian answers them for them to be posted. It'd rock if more celebrities did that, too!
Heather has decided to move back home. Her lease at the appartment is up at the end of the month, and she stays at her boyfriend's place most of the time anyways. So, she's ditching the appartment to come back here until they find an appartment in McKinney (30ish minutes south of here). Well this has its ups and downs of course. Mom decided to start rearranging furniture to make room for her yesterday. On the up side, the extra bed is out of my room which opened up an absolutely unbelievable amount of space in here. I have a floor (complete with carpet that was here before I was born, yay me!)!
Another up is that finally someone else will help with the dishes. Pigs in this house, my goodness. Possibly the best 'good' thing about her coming back is that she'll help cough up cash to help mom and dad out from time to time. Oh wait, it's Heather. That won't happen. =/ *le sigh*
I never really did a birthday run down, and it rather leads into what I was going to say here. So, let's do the birthday thing and I'll get back to the money thing.
Mom was out of town for my birthday. One of her friends' husband had to go to Galveston for a stress test and possible surgery depending on some tests they had to run. Galveston? Yes, Galveston, at the other end of the state, over some water, and on an island. They had to do this because they don't have insurance or coverage or something -- Galveston was the nearest facility that would take them. She finally gets back to town the day after my birthday, and she got me three chocolate bars for my birthday. Cadbury chocolate, the good stuff. I was hoping for money, but NOTHING compares to Cadbury chocolate. Sometime between then and last week my dad got one of them, which I didn't mind at all, and mom went ballistic. I'll spare you all yet another rant on my mother since I'm leading up to one about money -- which involves my mother.
Besides mom's gift, each of my sisters got me a card, my grandma gave me a card with $20, and one of my sister's friends/coworkers called me to wish me a happy birthday since hers was the next day. Heather and I were babysitting that day. She was off of work and mom was out of town. When Mak got out of school, they went shopping with the kid and I fell asleep, which wasn't too bad of a way to spend my 21st I must say. 16 days since my birthday, and I'm still alcohol free. I'm still undecided whether this is good or not.
Back to the money. I had around $160 between Christmas (12/25) and my birthday (1/18). Of that $160, $100 of it I had to promise to only buy clothing with (from the parents, because I asked for it for Christmas, but I hate what they pick). I spent about $20 of it on myself for various things -- running around, food, cheap movie, etc. Yes, I'm an incredible miser when it comes to money, and now you'll find out why.
I put $20 of gas into the car on CHRISTMAS DAY (yeah, hadn't even had the money 2 hours yet). I bought groceries for them a week or so after Christmas, $33. I bought dishwasher soap a day after that for $3ish. I offered mom $40 for her trip since we weren't sure how long she was going to be gone. She declined and told me to hold on to it for the house in case we needed it. Well, we didn't NEED it, but dad and Mak ended up going out to eat a few times and spent all but $5 of it. The day mom got home (1/19), she decided to go grocery shopping since food at the house was sparse. As we're pulling into the parking lot, she realizes she can't write a check at that particular store and doesn't have any cash -- so she asks me if I have any. Well, I'm down to about $50, and she got all of it and spent $52ish in the store. Beyond the physical cash they got, I bought mom a GLASS blender with $30 of the money that people had given me on Amazon (even if it was to replace the last two plastic ones that I put in the dishwasher and melted). It's the thought that counts!
This is why it bugs me so much when she tells me I don't help out. This is why it bugs me so much when she tells me I need to do more. I get money twice a year (yeah yeah, don't start, I get enough of it from her), on Christmas and on my birthday. There are 24 days between Christmas and my birthday. In 24 days, they spent $140ish of my money, $170ish counting the Amazon stuff! I don't mind helping them out. I never have. I didn't complain about it then, and I'm not complaining about it now. What I AM complaining about is that they use the money, and still call me useless. I'll never see that money again. I'll never hear a 'thank you' for any of it. Before it gets brought up, no--the groceries didn't particularly benefit me. She was in one of her health nut moods, and I haven't been. It's too cold to lose weight, if anything I want more of it right now to stay warm!
So, no new clothes for me. No new shoes (which were promised on Christmas day for the next payday, but still hasn't happened--not that it matters because the ones I have are awesome). No Starbucks trips. No trips with Danelle and whoever else is willing to the Frisco mall to oogle at merchandise and hot guys. No gas money for randomly getting out of the house. But damn, I'm still utterly useless. Meh.
Alright, so maybe my last post was a bit premature. Maybe there are reasons for me to be in the mood I was. I'm still fine from the music, more so now that I've written things down. The story of my life, though: it's just so damn frustrating.
Fascination at the moment is one that's been running since December-ish when I found www.iansomerhalder.net. Dude. That place rocks. I wish more celebrities liked the camera like he does. What fascinates me the most about that site are the weekly questions that he responds to. Seriously, each week fans send in 5 questions, and Ian answers them for them to be posted. It'd rock if more celebrities did that, too!
Heather has decided to move back home. Her lease at the appartment is up at the end of the month, and she stays at her boyfriend's place most of the time anyways. So, she's ditching the appartment to come back here until they find an appartment in McKinney (30ish minutes south of here). Well this has its ups and downs of course. Mom decided to start rearranging furniture to make room for her yesterday. On the up side, the extra bed is out of my room which opened up an absolutely unbelievable amount of space in here. I have a floor (complete with carpet that was here before I was born, yay me!)!
Another up is that finally someone else will help with the dishes. Pigs in this house, my goodness. Possibly the best 'good' thing about her coming back is that she'll help cough up cash to help mom and dad out from time to time. Oh wait, it's Heather. That won't happen. =/ *le sigh*
I never really did a birthday run down, and it rather leads into what I was going to say here. So, let's do the birthday thing and I'll get back to the money thing.
Mom was out of town for my birthday. One of her friends' husband had to go to Galveston for a stress test and possible surgery depending on some tests they had to run. Galveston? Yes, Galveston, at the other end of the state, over some water, and on an island. They had to do this because they don't have insurance or coverage or something -- Galveston was the nearest facility that would take them. She finally gets back to town the day after my birthday, and she got me three chocolate bars for my birthday. Cadbury chocolate, the good stuff. I was hoping for money, but NOTHING compares to Cadbury chocolate. Sometime between then and last week my dad got one of them, which I didn't mind at all, and mom went ballistic. I'll spare you all yet another rant on my mother since I'm leading up to one about money -- which involves my mother.
Besides mom's gift, each of my sisters got me a card, my grandma gave me a card with $20, and one of my sister's friends/coworkers called me to wish me a happy birthday since hers was the next day. Heather and I were babysitting that day. She was off of work and mom was out of town. When Mak got out of school, they went shopping with the kid and I fell asleep, which wasn't too bad of a way to spend my 21st I must say. 16 days since my birthday, and I'm still alcohol free. I'm still undecided whether this is good or not.
Back to the money. I had around $160 between Christmas (12/25) and my birthday (1/18). Of that $160, $100 of it I had to promise to only buy clothing with (from the parents, because I asked for it for Christmas, but I hate what they pick). I spent about $20 of it on myself for various things -- running around, food, cheap movie, etc. Yes, I'm an incredible miser when it comes to money, and now you'll find out why.
I put $20 of gas into the car on CHRISTMAS DAY (yeah, hadn't even had the money 2 hours yet). I bought groceries for them a week or so after Christmas, $33. I bought dishwasher soap a day after that for $3ish. I offered mom $40 for her trip since we weren't sure how long she was going to be gone. She declined and told me to hold on to it for the house in case we needed it. Well, we didn't NEED it, but dad and Mak ended up going out to eat a few times and spent all but $5 of it. The day mom got home (1/19), she decided to go grocery shopping since food at the house was sparse. As we're pulling into the parking lot, she realizes she can't write a check at that particular store and doesn't have any cash -- so she asks me if I have any. Well, I'm down to about $50, and she got all of it and spent $52ish in the store. Beyond the physical cash they got, I bought mom a GLASS blender with $30 of the money that people had given me on Amazon (even if it was to replace the last two plastic ones that I put in the dishwasher and melted). It's the thought that counts!
This is why it bugs me so much when she tells me I don't help out. This is why it bugs me so much when she tells me I need to do more. I get money twice a year (yeah yeah, don't start, I get enough of it from her), on Christmas and on my birthday. There are 24 days between Christmas and my birthday. In 24 days, they spent $140ish of my money, $170ish counting the Amazon stuff! I don't mind helping them out. I never have. I didn't complain about it then, and I'm not complaining about it now. What I AM complaining about is that they use the money, and still call me useless. I'll never see that money again. I'll never hear a 'thank you' for any of it. Before it gets brought up, no--the groceries didn't particularly benefit me. She was in one of her health nut moods, and I haven't been. It's too cold to lose weight, if anything I want more of it right now to stay warm!
So, no new clothes for me. No new shoes (which were promised on Christmas day for the next payday, but still hasn't happened--not that it matters because the ones I have are awesome). No Starbucks trips. No trips with Danelle and whoever else is willing to the Frisco mall to oogle at merchandise and hot guys. No gas money for randomly getting out of the house. But damn, I'm still utterly useless. Meh.
Alright, so maybe my last post was a bit premature. Maybe there are reasons for me to be in the mood I was. I'm still fine from the music, more so now that I've written things down. The story of my life, though: it's just so damn frustrating.