Wednesday, March 11, 2009


So I was walking out of work, along the sidewalk, today. Minding my own business. Talking on the phone. When a white SUV with dark windows rolls up, I see someone waving and then they start honking. I think to myself, "perhaps I know this person?". I couldn't really tell, so I keep walking. Then the car pulls to the curb, and is honking. The occupant rolls down their window. I'm thinking "Maybe they need directions". I find out JUST how naive I am, when I back up a few steps and look in the window. I see a guy, leaning across the seat, who yells out "You're beautiful!". I laugh, and let out an "Oh my gosh"(In as rude a tone as I can muster) and walk away. I hear "Wait, Why are you walking away?!"

I keep walking, needless to say.
So sketchy. I feel like a little kid, I'm far too naive.
Maybe it was the honking that threw me off guard.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Home Alone

My parents have been gone for the last two weeks, visiting my brother and his family in North Carolina. This is the second time they've left us to fend for ourselves since we've come of a relatively responsible age. I love it, free reign of the house and cars, no restrictions, no need to keep things too tidy, until D-day when my parents return. Basically, I think if living on my own included a free car, and a free house...I could handle myself quite nicely.

However, I can't say the same for the baby of the family. My younger brother has had a slightly more difficult time adjusting. The guy wants to know where I am every minute of every day, texts me saying that he is "cold and alone", always asks me to come home, and goes into a frenzy when he finds out I'll be home late.

My parents stocked the fridge before they left and gave us food money, we're totally set(and spoiled). But tonight, he was complaining that his arteries are going to become clogged after all the fast food he's been eating. He refuses to buy milk for breakfast(can't afford it, he says) and yet consumes Del Taco like its going out of business.

My, Oh my.
What will I do with him?

Plus sides:
He has been cleaning the kitchen(total new developement). He told me that he knew I didn't mind living in filth, but he could not stand it any longer. Ironic words coming from a 17 year old, mother-proclaimed, slob.