oh, family.

i. am. so. broke.

and i haven't even paid rent yet. yech.

timeline: i moved the LAST of my stuff out of my old house on August 1st (a friday). It was a week long process of getting my crap out of there and im sure i left a few things that will be lost forever. oh well. i have too much stuff as it is. August 2 at 4am we drove up to the lake. sunday-tuesday we were in at the lake (saw a bear!) and wednesday senator and i flew back. Thursday august 7 we started the painting process... spent a few hours steaming wallpaper off the bathroom walls. steaming=awful. it's hot, sticky and not fun at all. friday: ALL DAY PAINTING AND WALLPAPER REMOVAL. saturday ALL DAY PAINTING AND WALLPAPER REMOVAL. 12 hours of one flag (six flags, more fun!) and inhaling paint fumes. sunday: church in the morning and then... yep! all day of painting and wallpaper removal and getting high on paint. worst headache ever. Yesterday the painter finished the front wall and i hugged it i love the color that much.

so basically i've been living out of my duffel bag and sleeping on a foam mattress on the floor of the living room for a week. which, I suppose isn't all that bad, but i'm really over it and want to be moved in to my nice big bedroom (with my VERY OWN BATHROOM THAT I DONT HAVE TO SHARE WITH ANYONE. oh, and i'm painting it purple the next chance i get) with my new bed and new dresser. okay, they're not new in any sense of the word, but it's not the creaky captains bed i've had for the last year. and then i'm going to go through every single item I own and get rid of at least half. for seriousness.

i haven't seen any of my friends in weeks now, it seems. i've been lost in the world of moving and painting and having a house all to myself. i haven't gotten a text message or a phone call from anyone recently and while part of me is sad, the other part of me would just feel bad for always saying i was busy. give me a week or two and i'll re-emerge into the world. my friend called me yesterday (okay, i lied, people have called me) and told me she got a free 2 week all inclusive paid vacation to europe through her work (she works for a travel company) and she hasn't seen or talked to any of her friends in awhile and knew i'd be excited for her and not "why did you dissapear forever and then call me to brag about this trip". i'm happy for her.

senator starts law school orientation tomorrow and classes start on monday. it'll be a wierd transition from spending lots of time together and having lots of no-stress fun, to seeing him occasionally and having to actually make time to do fun things and having him be moody and stressed. not something i'm really looking forward to, to be honest. but i'll manage. i realized last night that he could be at school from 8am-8pm and i probably wouldn't notice because between my three jobs and a social life, that's my schedule too. us being together never really worked out in my head but now that its real, it's good. i've unearthed a totally different side to him i didn't know existed and it's... for lack of a better word, well, i cant even think of a word. but it's a good word.

hm. what else. this is such a r andom entry, i have nothing to do at work. ooh work! ooh drama. so basically i was on my phone ALL DAY yesterday (at work) consoling my mom and scolding my grandma. long story short, I can add number 48950394850394 to the "reasons I hate my aunt" list now. My grandma moved out of her house to a retirement home and senator and i moved into her old house. She accused my mom of stealing this decanter (pitcher) thing they were freaking out about on sunday and got my grandma to believe her. Because, you know, my mom's a heartless thief who does things like that. And by heartless thief, I mean my grandma okayed my mom to take the stupid pitcher in the first place. I remember her saying to take whatever she wanted when my mom was packing stuff up and my mom showing her all the stuff and my grandma saying it was okay. Stupid. I'm going to have a little heart to heart with my grandma and make her realize that my parents have spent thousands of dollars and several days helping her move and whatnot when my aunt and uncle couldn't even be bothered to come down to help move/pack and get thier shit out of our dining room until a month later (had they come down for an hour even when everything was being packed away, this wouldn't be an issue).

no kidding, my parents spent $1000 to fly down here last minute a few weeks ago (they took time off of work as well) and rent a van to move her stuff when my aunt, my uncle, my three cousins (two of them are married, one has a serious girlfriend so that's six people) ALL LIVE WITHIN ONE HOUR AWAY and none of them could be bothered to come up and pack up boxes. they came for a birthday lunch on sunday and all got drunk. my oldest cousin and i were the only people to get her gifts. did i mention i don't like this side of the family?

so excuse me if i don't have very much sympathy towards my aunt and her stupid pitcher or my grandma who refuses to see her daughter as anything other than a princess. my aunt had the balls to tell me that we should be paying for more on the house when, excuse me, my parents gave me a few hundred bucks to paint but otherwise, i am forking all the money over myself, i've already spent $300 on repairs that the owner of the house should have taken care of, i have spent $1000 on painting the house, and nearly $400 in replacing things that were unusable. not to mention that our house has basically been a free storage unit to both my grandma and my aunt, who both left tons and tons of shit all over the house that I had to box up and get rid of slash store until they can come get it, and if the house was being sold, everyone would lose hundreds of thousands of dollars, and if it was being rented to other people, they'd have to do the same repairs that I just did and they didn't have to deal with anything.

so no, i'm not going to pay one cent more than i have to for rent.

end of house rant. if i had known it would have been this big of a hassle, i would have happily found an apartment somewhere else that i had no responsibilities for and could do to it what i wanted with no worries that i'll get a knock on the door from my aunt and uncle who instead of saying "hi sweetie how are you," say, "wow this place is a mess. where's my decanter? did your mom steal it?" when obviously the place is a disaster because we just moved and everything is being painted. sigh. that was long and involved.

i really want to see mamma mia and a few other movies that have come out recently.

being a grown up is hard sometimes. being a grown up acting older than both my 90 (91 on friday) year old grandma and my 62 year old aunt is even harder.