Rob wouldn't be surprised.
You are Spike Spiegel
A laid back bounty hunter with a mysteriously tragic past. You have a cool sense of humor and would do much for people you love.
Which Cowboy Bebop Character Are You?
Oi. Just pissin around on my computer, waiting for Kim to be done writing so I can spend some time with her. I'm just grabbing at Livejournal names at random, and ... well... some days it feels really good to be me. Some of these entries I'm looking at make this one of those days. Some of them are interesting, and others are just people slamming their foreheads into a brick wall and wondering why their lives are pain.
oi.
So, anyway, mom is seriously looking at wandering off to Australia with Alex so Alex can get a job. Yes, my family is a little off-kilter, but whatever. A random jaunt to another continent for a few years is what mom needs, I guess. I imagine she wants to have one more adventure before she settles down for the rest of her life (which, I imagine, will be quite a bit longer, looking at her family). Course, this means that I (The Responsible Son) was given the honor of being asked to take over the farm till they get back. Now, it's not one of those 300 acre hayseed-machine fucking farms. It's a 15 acre jobbie with a few horses, some dogs, a falling down barn, and a nice house. It's in the middle of ass-nowhere, and I'm still recovering from having to fucking grow up in that town.
Of course I'll be going if they leave, though. Two things I can't shirk in my life - duty and family. This covers both, I guess, since it's my job to be there for the rest of my family since my brothers find it impossible to get and keep their shit together. I can deal, I suppose. It's really not any different than living here in Blue Springs with my friends... except I'd be half an hour away from anything, no friends in town, and without alot of things I like. But other than that... completely the same.
The farm's nice, though. Private, spacious, and alot of room for a garden and stuff. And I need room for stuff, damnit. I dunno. I guess it was summed up with the phrase, "Yah, I always wanted to inherit the farm and live there... but not when I'm fucking 21." Life, however, doesn't seem to care how loudly you rail against it.
I've also gotten around to working out again. Kim reminds me that I have a good body, etc, but this fucking pudge has gotten out of control. And I should work out anyway - I don't want to be some weak bitch of a writer. I guess the main reason I try to keep up with my martial arts and workouts is because I refuse to fit in some stereotype. I don't want to be some key-pushing useless geek. If weak bitch writers were the exception, not the rule, I'd probably not care. Hah.
Anyway, laundry.
Anjin-san off.