July 29, 2010

So for the last week I have been in St. Pete Beach, Florida for our "annual" vacation in which we come down to see great friends that we honestly consider family. It's been a pretty good week, a few hiccups but nothing horrible. Every time we come down I get the same feeling again, which my brother happened to mention in a not on Facebook, but I feel I should reiterate it on here.

When we come down here it's not for the place, in fact we could be just about anywhere and have a good time, but it's a good locale regardless, I really enjoy being on the beach. If we did switch places it would be odd, but it's definitely adjustable. The main reason we come down here though is to see family. I love all of them dearly, and yes some can make their mistakes but I only see most of them once a year, so it's easy to get over. I don't know what I would do without knowing these great people. They've all helped to shape me in some way. Sadly these last few years we've been forced to think about a couple of the regulars not being able to come down anymore for health reasons, so far we've been lucky, but it's getting to the point where they are getting too old to travel long distances. When that day comes that they cannot come down anymore I will forever remember it, and it will hold a sad place in my heart. This vacation would never be the same. But, my brother, a good friend of ours and myself have decided that once it comes down to this sad fact we will continue to visit regardless if anyone else does because it's a tradition, and we all feel that the two that may have to stop coming would want it that way. So basically we've created the next generation of beach-goers. I really don't like thinking about what it will be like without them, but everyone reaches that point in time eventually and you just have to deal with it.

All in all carrying on tradition is what we most care about, but above all else we love these people dearly and this is one way for us to carry on what they started. I cannot stress how much they mean to me because if I could I would sell the world for them, give them anything they needed, and they would do the same for me.

July 9, 2010

So things really haven't gotten any better lately. There's still the Dad problem, but it hasn't changed, so things aren't worse. I just wish I could stop thinking about it for a few hours, but it seems as though these kinds of things stick in your brain for awhile. And a lot of the time they pop up in your mind at the most inappropriate times. Lately it seems the only therapy is music and venting. And the past few days I've been listening to a lot of music and venting to many people, a lot. The two albums I've been listening to are Man On The Moon by Kid Cudi and American Slang by The Gaslight Anthem. I'm not even sure why I'm writing right now to be honest, I'm tired, and I have nothing to write about really. It's also therapeutic I guess, but I'm not real sure, because when there's nothing there to write it's almost aggravating. It doesn't help when you've got 50 million thoughts rolling around in your head all at once. Regardless I think that's the end of this post, I think I'm going to sleep on it.

July 8, 2010

So lately hasn't been too bad, until the night of July 7th that is. First I'll start with the good stuff. Really there isn't much other than Kayla selling me her car, so I'll finally have something to drive to work, and she's being cool about it, all that fun stuff. I really appreciate the gesture. Other than that it's just been hangin' out really. There were the two nights of fireworks which were pretty good. A couple hiccups but nothing near as bad as last nights.
Here's the bad that happened. So it's about 6:30 p.m., my Mom comes into the Gift Shop at work like usual to wait til 7 and take me home. Well this time she tells me whats going on with my Father and his whole working situation. Now the story is he has been unemployed since last Thanksgiving, and it seems as though he hasn't been to vigilant on looking for a job. So of course I'm kinda ticked about that, but whatever, I know it's tough right now. But to top it all off my Mom let's me know that she had e-mailed this guy that my Dad was supposed to be talking to to get his old job back. Well, earlier when my Dad found out the job was available he said he "had put a line in with Brent" which doesn't mean he secured the job, he only called him and left a message. Well, according to Brent and my Mom's e-mail Brent had called him back but had prior engagements to take care of so my Dad was supposed to call him back and set everything up soon after that call. My Dad never called back. What he had told us was that he never heard from Brent after the message. Now, not only does he not have a job, but he smokes at least a pack a day and drinks all of the time. So when we found out he didn't call back we were pretty pissed, and my Mom almost in tears, at my place of work, which is odd because she hardly ever cries in public. Anyway, basically this makes me feel as though he really doesn't care. Apparently my Mom had sent my Dad and email, with the message from Brent forwarded, because she was at work at the time. His reply was to tell her he loves her and he knows times are tough. That's a sad attempt at patching things up because he knows he fucked up, again. Regardless, the laziness and all around irresponsibility has finally taken a head. It pisses me off to no end, and I want to say something, but I don't know how or when, but something will get said. This is yet another addition to my already hectic and crappy life. Hopefully my next update on this whole situation gets better, but who knows, I guess we'll all find out here pretty soon...

July 3, 2010

Dear god the amount of stuff that's happened since my last post is too much to cover, I really should do this more often, but I usually find myself preoccupied with a lot of other things. I think I'll just cover everything from last weekend on. So last Friday kicks everything off. I worked from 10:30 a.m. to 5 p.m., normal day there. After that me and my good friend Burl headed to Relay for Life, a type of event where you raise money for cancer all the while walking laps. We were there from like 6 til 3 a.m. We would have been there, awake, all night, but a storm was rolling in so we headed to our friends place and stayed up all night there. I'm going to shorten this part for the sake of leaving out details mainly, but we did a little streaking, I got injured in that part. Then we played some Truth or Dare until about 6:30 a.m. We left there, I got home, changed for work and headed to work. It was an event weekend so I worked a 12 hour day. During that period I would find myself dozing sometimes and working my ass off others. I met a few artists, and one person that caught my eye. Throughout the rest of that day I did what needed to be done and chatted with her once in awhile. Then Sunday I basically did the same thing. Small talk with the musicians that day seeing as that was my job to help them back and forth. I also talked to the girl a bit more. Towards the end of the day I was getting worried that the small talk was getting anywhere so I gave her my number. She's beautiful, but also underage, so it's going nowhere but friendship for now. From that day the rest of the week was pretty uneventful other than my birthday on Wednesday, turned 20. We had a bonfire and a couple beers. Then the next day I finally got a text from here, this is when I found out about the whole underage deal, but like I said, I'll keep talking to her, nothing illegal about that. Ever since that bonfire though I've really been digging Kid Cudi, listening to his album over and over, for some reason I can't get enough. As far as what in store later on, well, fireworks tomorrow and Sunday, hangin' out, and in the near future meeting up with some people at the fair and hangin' out some more. It's beginning to become a good summer.