My brain is not as young as it used to be, why don’t you think up a title for me?
Today’s Sunday. The only reason why I know it’s Sunday, is because the always active church behind my building has been going at it since about seven or eight this morning. Not that I’m complaining, since there are actually three churches in proximity to my place, and having only one enthusiastic congregation weekly, with the occasional wedding at the cathedral replica and once in a blue moon concerts at the Samoan church, I’m actually getting the better part of the deal. And if you haven’t already heard, Osama Bin Laden is dead. No correlation to what I was talking about before, but I just thought I’d throw that out there. I’m actually in doubts as to whether or not they’ve actually managed to capture/kill him, but I mean it’s taken ten years, so excuse me for being skeptical that the champ of hide-and-seek has finally been found.
I just finished up my GED exam last week, and I have to wait about two to three weeks for the results because Hawaii is supposedly incapable of scoring their own exams and needs to send them to Oklahoma. But maybe this happens with all the GED tests in general, so I should stop being such a sour grape about it. It kind of makes me wonder whether they do it on purpose just to have the test-takers on edge until they finally get the concluding phone call. But I’m probably thinking so negatively because I’m not sure whether or not I passed the mathematics portion of the test which is a real deal breaker because even if my score is above 2250, every sub-test needs to be at least 410 in order to pass. And because my practice test was a 320, you can see why I’m a bit anxious, especially with the waiting period added into the equation as well.
Easter was last Sunday. At least, I’m pretty sure it was last Sunday, but I do not have an April calendar anywhere near me and I’m literally too lazy to click on the calendar on the bottom right of my computer screen to check. In any case, Easter was spent with my mother, brother, and his girlfriend. Which is interesting because we’ve had a pretty rocky history since my brother’s girlfriend moved here last spring. A kind of personality/morals clash between the girlfriend and mom that exploded onto my brother and I, and eventually erupted into a juvenile Idon’twanttotalktoyoueventhoughIknowyou’rekindofrightabouteverythingbutI’mnotachildsofuckoff kind of ordeal. So lunch on Easter was my mother’s way of making amends, except it turned into a mini disaster of epic proportions because I’m more or less of a bitch, as told to me in not so many words, by the girlfriend after reading my fortune cookie fortune. Now usually, I could care less, but the fact that it takes a colossal effort to be around her, and the fact that I was blamed for her having a not so good time at lunch, well, sorry to say, but I’m not a court jester hired to entertain Miss Princess over there. And if you’re not happy, you don’t have to stay. I know it sounds like I’m not trying to be friendly, but I just don’t feel like I should be babysitting a 25-year-old. Don’t get me wrong, her and my brother are a perfect match, I’m happy for them, and she’s nice when she wants to be, but her and I will never be the best of friends. And I’m okay with that, I just wish everyone else would be too.
I’m also in the midst of moving, which actually means I have a bunch of empty boxes and nothing packed. Mainly because I have very little items to be packed, and my mother is like 99% of the apartment, and because she doesn’t want me “touching” anything, nothing’s being done. But hopefully we can manage by the time we have to move next Friday. I’m not worried that much though, my mother and I have moved so frequently in our lives that it’s just second nature to us, and even if we are found packing the night before, everything always works out. I’m kind of actually excited to move, more so because I will finally be able to have my own desk and not have to share one with my mother. Sharing a single desk with two different personalities never really works out the way you want it to. Especially when one of them is always writing and the other is always on gossip sites.
