Pomp and Circumstance October 08, 2003 - 12:19 a.m.

Went home for the weekend.

Looked around the house and wanted to vomit.

Typical stuff.

Before Chris dropped me off, we went to Hooters and got some chicken wings, then went to see The Rundown. Like I've mentioned before, I usually get bored with action scenes. But the fight scenes in this movie were so well choreographed that I was constantly thinking either 'Wow' or 'Ow'. Their use of bullet time or slow motion, or whatever you wanna call it, actually seemed as though it had a purpose, instead of being there just to look pretty. And I realized that The Rock is actually a decent actor.

Boring times at home, though I did have time to finish reading Wicked. Again, awesome book. People should read it.

Mom has some letter from the IRS waiting for her at the post office. Of course, she's freaked out about that. Probably with good reason, too. And as of next week, she's two months behind on her mortgage. Which, compared to the six or more she was behind before, that's a vast improvement. But now the bank is sending letters reminding her that's she's late. Um, duh! But for some reason, she's letting it get to her. She's getting overtime at two jobs, she should be caught up in no time. And actually, considering our electric is less than $30 a month (and that's with late fees), the phone is only $50 or so, and she doesn't pay for water... I'd think she would have been caught up long ago. Unless she's paying other things that I'm not aware of, I don't see what she's doing with her money. She doesn't even have to buy food, because she gets all she can eat at work, and I buy the food for the dogs and cats. There is the issue of gas and she's not current on her car insurance... I just can't see where it's all going. Chris is the same way with his money. And he also can't see where it's going. Although he can break it down and account for everything, he still doesn't understand why/how he spends so much.

Money fucking sucks.

And of course, I get stressed out about all of it.

More stress - my brother comes into town tomorrow. The holier-than-thou, judgemental plague that he can be. He's got his high school reunion and I think he's staying for about a week. I can already hear the degrading remarks, before he's even boarded the plane. This doesn't promise to be the slightest bit of fun. I'm hoping his time will be filled by socializing with friends he hasn't seen in nearly a decade.

I just don't need to hear any of his uptight, pompous bullshit.

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