My sitting room is still really cluttered with the belongings of a dude I now share the house with, but had only met maybe three times before Monday. Maybe it's my imagination, but I think I was offered some kind of weird compensation for that annoyance in the form of a small TV my roommate no longer needs as well as a DVR box from the cable company. While the gesture is appreciated somewhat (it still feels like a bribe), I don't know how wise it would be to have insta-entertainment in my room like that. The internet already sucks enough of my time and motivation to move. And I don't need any more reasons to hide out in my room, really. The boyfriend has been reason enough for the past few days. Not that he's unfriendly, but I'm trying to give them space and, like, nesting time.
Work is interesting. Now that the teachers are back and I have some challenging projects to work on in preparation for the coming school year (August 20th, y'all), I don't really dislike my job as much. I am reminded that I enjoy being busy and needed. There's a new science teacher at McCullough; he and I went to school together for several years. When he saw me yesterday, he gave me a hug and told me he was really glad to see me. It is funny how time can make you feel warmer about people. Even funnier is how time can make other people feel warmer about you, especially when you can't recall them ever really displaying anything but ambivalence toward you in the past. I'm looking forward to running into him on a fairly regular basis.
This weekend, I'll finally have a little extra cash available to me. After my student loans and a bill from the lady parts doctor, the money will go to a haircut, some groceries, a few pieces of back-to-school/work clothing, and perhaps a trip to Ocean City, MD. A friend's family rents a condo there and I've been invited to come down to swim and party and eat seafood with them. Might be a fun last hurrah before summer's end.
What else? Oh, my brother is a liar. It's tragic and comedic at the same time. He doesn't create elaborate fabrications or anything. His lies are mostly of the YES and NO variety. Meaning, he'll usually give you the one you want to hear, even if the other is the truth. He doesn't even hesitate, even if he knows you'll catch him in the lie. Part of the origin of it all might come from interactions with my dad, who grilled us about bad grades and missing cookies and neglected chores and was super intense about it. Though he never hit us, he sure made us tremble in our boots whenever we knew he wouldn't like the answer to the question he was asking us. I lied about stupid shit when I was young, too, but there comes a point when you have to start facing the uncomfortable truth of disappointing someone. I don't know what's going to straighten him out.
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