So, I realize that it has been a loooong time since my last entry here. There is actually a couple of good reasons for that. The first and foremost, I started classes again this semester and I am working as a math tutor. The gig is pretty sweet and I do enjoy it, so there’s that. The second reason is that we have moved into a new house. We are living here with five other people. The house is nice and big so there is plenty of room. We also got Dish for our television and I am happy about that. Granted, the tech needs to come out here and finish the job, but hopefully that will be done tomorrow.
So, I’m living in a house with a lot of other people. Yeah. It’s going great for the most part. I am fairly certain that I am the least liked person in the house, but that’s just my theory. Oh well.
My parents gave us quite a bit of stuff for the house. I am greatly appreciative of it. They gave us a lawnmower that we need to test and see if it is hos enough to deal with the lawn. They gave us some water hoses, two sprinklers, quick release hose fittings, and a water timer for the yard. They taught me how to take care of the water softener. My Dad even gave us a deadbolt and new door handle for the back door. He even keyed them both to our house key. To me this seems like a wealth of stuff to just give to someone, even if they are your son. Mike gave me easily over a thousand dollars of RG6 coaxial cable, various fittings, and other such items for free. Now we can wire up the other two bedrooms with satellite/cable outlets for free. My roommates? They don’t appear to care. My parents and Mike make this nice gesture and I get nothing out of anyone else living here. I’m not asking for a ticker-tape parade, but at least some kind of acknowledgment for the generosity would be nice. How am I supposed to care about a clear hot tube when nobody cares about all the FREE shit I’m getting and finding for the house? Maybe my standards are too high. I don’t know.
Now it turns out that Dave might be getting deployed to the Balkans in a year or so. To me, this sounded like I would have to move again. I said so and I got this “your a fucking moron” attitude from Dave. Now, when someone expects me to know the intricate workings of military deployment, I get more than a little annoyed. Especially when you raspberry at me and tell me I’m wrong. No, I don’t know how that shit works, but to me it doesn’t make any sense to pay for a place you’re not living in. So, yeah he’ll still be getting paid, but why would he pay for his portion of the house when he isn’t living in it? Now he’s pissed at me for not asking him to help me replace the door handle and deadbolt on the back door. I don’t fucking know anymore. It seems like whenever I do something, I end up being the bad guy.
Fuck, I’m tired. I’m gonna see what’s recorded on the DVR and go to bed.










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