Today was all about doing as much moving as possible. I feel like I�couldapos;ve done more, but what did get done was sufficient. Got my bed and the other big stuff moved, thanks to my friend Dennisapos; truck. My brother helped me, since Dad was busy with yardwork all morning and most of the afternoon anyway.
All that is really left in my apartment now is a couple of boxes in the office, my dress clothes hanging in the bedroom closet, some food and dishes in the kitchen, then a bunch of junk that is going in the garbage.
Sunday I plan to get as much of that crap done as I can, with the idea of taking Monday to vacuum, dust and clean an empty apartment, then turn in my cable box, notify those who need to know of my address change and turn in my keys.
After that, itapos;s back to a focus on the Korea stuff, of course. I am pleased my passport only took one week to arrive. I�hope that is a harbinger of speed for the rest of my paperwork/processing/interviewing and journey. The sooner I can get over there, the better. For myriad reasons.
Anyway, my first "full day"�back at the folksapos; was mostly ok. Like I said, Chris �I�spent the afternoon moving stuff. For all the bitching and moaning the typical younger brother antics, Chris was very helpful and acted like the good kid he is. Once we wrapped that up, it was back home--which for Chris meant computer games, while I spent the night organizing my new/old room, combing through boxes for things I�need right now and stuff like that.
After dinner, I loaded the dishwasher and cleaned more. I�think my folks were surprised to me doing that, but I figure that I should do those things without asking once in a while and after nearly 3 years on my own, Iapos;m kinda used to it.
Things were pretty calm until about midnight...Mom and Dadapos;s bedroom is right above where Chris plays his video games in the basement and itapos;s a drop ceiling, so itapos;s surprisingly easy for people upstairs to hear noise coming from the basement. Anyway, Chris was up a bit late and talking loudly (considering the hour...normally, that volume is totally fine). I�guess he woke Dad up, because he came down to yell at Chris...then he started yelling at me too, even though I�had just come done to tell Chris he needed to get to bed.
I do understand Dad wanting to get sleep...and I understand being pissed that Chris woke him up. And, yeah, I know he wants me to be a good "role model" for Chris. But, hell, I�thought that telling the kid to get his ass in bed was good. I donapos;t know...sometimes I think Dad expects me to just "fall in line" and be like another parent for Chris. I donapos;t get it...heapos;s a good kid, doesnapos;t get in any real trouble and yet I still get barked at for him not being perfect. I mean, for crying out loud...I�think Dad should just (excuse my language) grow a pair and discipline Chris better. Heapos;s making the same mistakes with Chris he made with me...being too lax about punishment (they never stick), using yelling as his only discipline, not giving the kid any reasons to be accountable for responsible. It sucks. I�try to, as Chrisapos; big brother, tow that line between being his friend and still having his respect...and I think I do alright. I donapos;t want to be too critical of Dad here; I just want to vent a little and pay attention to his mistakes so I donapos;t make them when itapos;s my turn.
Ok, rant over.
On another note, I�think I�have to go to church in the morning (ok, later today). Ugh. I think itapos;s going to remind me of how much I�hate it. But that is part of the deal for me moving back in.
Lastly, A is away house-sitting and has limited internet, so we may not chat for a few days. Yuck. She sent me a video clip of the Muppets on Scrubs, as well as Transformers today
Totally awesome, bitches.
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