Blabbering

Another book sale happened this weekend.  I was half expecting to come home with dozens of books in tow but wasn’t half surprised when I didn’t.  To tell you the truth, the book sale sucked balls because the titles were bad and the price wasn’t even as good as the previous one I had attended.  Basically, they were ripping us off and it wasn’t fun.  I did try to take a look at the dozens of titles that were spread out on the tables but I had this feeling that it wasn’t worth the effort.  If you already didn’t know, I purchase books based on intuition; I have to be drawn to it, a sort of feeling has to be evoked from within before I could say, Hey I’m getting this.  Thus, even if there was a huge warehouse full of books, I didn’t get that excitement I normally have when inside a bookstore.  Pretty much, I think, that was already a sign that I was going to come home empty-handed.

I hate Sundays as much as I hate Mondays.  Not only because Sundays are the twenty-four hours leading up to Monday, which is when I go back to work.  I read somewhere that it’s time to move jobs when you’re dreading going to work and I think I’ve established that I do dread going to work, specifically having anything to do with my boss.  It’s either she gets fired or I get transfered under a different manager or I move jobs.  As long as I could get far away from her as possible would be fine with me.  Better yet, if we could tweak a portion of the past and delete her birth altogether then everything would be fine and dandy.

I’ve been hearing a lot from my family lately.  Actually, my mom had called me the other day and the first thing she asked me was, “Have you grown fat?”  Yes, that’s my mom for you.  I seriously think she secretly enjoys knowing that I put on weight (not that I have) because all she ever does is obsess about hers while she tries to manipulate me into eating more.  Well, my mom and my dad are being such wonderful parents lately that they have become jobless.  No, this isn’t early retirement for them, this is laziness.  I think that they feel they’ve a right to go and while away their time doing nothing just because their two older children are making money of their own.  Honestly, I think it’s unfair.  I don’t have anything against my little brother, I would gladly help him, but to put all the responsibility onto me and my older brother is damn right rude and irresponsible.  I feel stressed about it, not to mention trying my best to budget everything for myself PLUS sending some money home.  Ugh.  I wish my parents would grow up.  I am so disappointed, really.

I need to go sleep this week.  I’ve been so tired lately that my eyes have grown dark and pouffy underneath.  Not pretty.