Of Apartments and Fiance's

So the Apartment is awesome!  It's even tinier than originally thought once we got all of our stuff in it.  I love being in my own place.  I don't miss the house, other than getting alone time.  Brody's been a lazy jack ass.  He  let me do most of the unpacking and organizing.  I did however make him get off his ass and get a job.  Now he's going to pay half of everything.  I'm nobody's work mule thank you very much!  Ass, gas, or grass;  No body rides for free.

My little brother pulled through and he may or may not be coming home from Egypt, for good, at Christmas.  I'll believe it when I see it. 

Work has been good.  They give me as many extra hours as they can.  I'm working full time hours, without the full time benefits.  Story of my life.

Someone face booked me and asked what the deal with getting an apartment was.  It's really simple:  I didn't want to take care of someone else, or someone else's animals anymore.  The house has been utterly destroyed between Brother Hobo's lack of cleaning habits, and the animals.  Polly, the egyptian dog they rescued, isn't potty trained, so there's shit trodden into the carpet where Hobo hasn't bothered to pick it up.  The cat boxes haven't been cleaned since I left home in September.  A 3000sqft home with one lazy bastard, three cats, three birds, and two dogs is just too much for one person to deal with.  So I left.  And thank God.

I found the cheapest, nicest apartment I could, one that if thing fell through with Brody I knew I could take care of on my own.  Why didn't I make this leap before?  Oh right, school and work and crazy fucking family...  Right right right...

Since my family's departure for the desert land I am a much happier and healthier individual.  For the first time I can make decision and not have someone constantly on my shoulder nagging at me about how I didn't make the "right" decision.  It's more accurate to say that I didn't make the decision that they would have chosen.  My GOD, you mean I make my OWN decisions?  Sheer madness!

Life, other than the aggravation of living with my lazy fiance, is pretty awesome.  I'm loving it.  I've even lost 8 pounds!  Ha-ha!

But I lose track of the time.  Even though I have a new home, I must go back tot the old one every night to make sure my birds have been feed.  Hobo was starving them.  So even now, I am enslaved, but with the freedom I bought, life is better.

Off I go now,
Moonstar

So here we are two months later.

I'm moving into my first apartment in about five hours.  Sleep has been staved off by excitement and nervousness.  Then there's other stuff...

Last night my parents found my little brother passed out in a puddle of his own puke and piss.  Alcohol poisoning.  It was all they could do to bring him home to the flat.  They didn't take him to the ER like they should have because Egypt's health care is a joke.  Mom couldn't answer me as to weither or not he's responsive.  They slept in his bed last night, making sure he stayed on his side. 

With his desease he will be lucky to make it to thirty.  I have a fear that he's trying to burn himself out faster; Brighter as it were. 

Alot ha happened in the last couple of months that I haven't bothered to write about.  Things best left forgotten, boring days that bleed together, and this long search for an apartment.  There has been a break down, there have been tears, as well as laughter and some stuburness. 

All the tears I've cried thinking my little brother would die from his deasease and he may be taken out by a night of party drinking.  He's got to be alright, I keep telling myself.  We'll just have to wait and see.

So, the apartment is cute.  It's little, but we don't need much space.  A place where I can come home when I want to, shower when I want to, do my laundry when I want to, play rock band when ever I want to, as long as I like, a place of spontenayety. (Go go spelling powers).  Now all I need is a good night's rest.

I need to start using this thing more again as well, even if only in private mode.  Getting some of the things lurking in my brain out just might do me some good.

Moonstar