"For such a lonely soul, I'm having such a nice time"

Just got back from fall break. I am very exhausted and want nothing more than to lie in bed with covers up to my neck, reading a book not required for class listening to my new CD's. But I instead probably will still take a nap but have a paper to finish by Tuesday which I should have started a while back.

The more and more I go home the more I am happy that I don't live there anymore. I love being with my mom, and at my house with my cats, and even my brother...But there is something about living on my own that makes me want to return back to school. Something about not hearing my named called over and over again because I have to do something.

And don't get me started on having to see people from highshool. How different two years are on a person face/body/outlook. If I have to hear another sad sob story of post highschool lives I may just have to barf. When I see someone from highschool I am reminded of how I am not that girl anymore. There is something liberating about it. I can't hold grudges against those times and the people who were apart of my pain in highschool, when I am not even that girl anymore.

Marie says that we haven't changed. But I feel and know that I have. I can see it my face, hear it in my voice, and feel it my heart. I am so much stronger than I was a couple of years ago. I don't feel so broken.

But of course the most shocking and exhausting news coming from the persistent source of bad news(brother) is that my idiot a**hole of a brother who never picks up after himself, pisses on the toilet seat, who has broken the majority of my CD's, who has more tickets for a person who cannot even legally drive, who will not give money but sure will take....has gotten his girlfriend(who need I remind you has two kids already) PREGNANT.

I'm going to be an Aunt.

Someone shoot me now. Please.

More details to come after my nap.

But I must tell you beforehand that he wanted to name the kid(assuming it is a boy)... Raoul.

RAOUL. WHY? Because my brothers an IDIOT, that can be the only explanation.

He later changed it(due to my mom and I both yelling at him) to the name Benjamin(which I came up with because it was the only baby boy name I wanted for my nonexistent kid)

My brother is still an F*cking idiot though.