Ugh family
My mom called this morning for a few memos. Her main one, or atleast the one she talked the longest about, was that when we move our (my) stuff from Travis' house, I need to get rid of most of my books. This was not an offensive statement, however, going on for ten minutes about how it's ridiculous and I can't possibly want all of them... is kind of annoying. Especially since my mom rambles (let me now remind you of the time that my mom told me that she thought I'd grow up to be a hoarder if I didn't get rid of more stuff... because she saw it on tv for the first time). She brought up that she's tired of moving them. We've moved four times in the past four years, but every time we've moved I've always thought it was the last time. The thing is, though, that the next time I move it'll be into my graduate student apartment, which will be mine. In which case, why is one more move so bad?
After I got off the phone I checked Facebook. Guess what I saw? Pictures from my little brother's birthday that no one told me about. I mean, I called dad on k.c.'s birthday to ask when the party was and they hadn't planned it yet, and now it's already happened. Talk about making someone feel left out. But it's always been easier for dad to treat friends as family and family as old (forgotten) aquaintences.
Family is just not in the cards for me today.
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