'This Old House' and other tales.

My house- Is a very, very, very fine house etc.
Now that summer is here and I am back on Northridge Dr., I want it to be everything that I dreamed it would be, but sadly it isn't- and all because of one petty, petty reason. This house is down right filthy disgusting! I mean, really really disgusting. Where my parents initiative to 'keep house' has gone, well, I really just can't say. First off, I just want to say to my mom, "I have asthma, YO! So stop smoking in the house!" The smell lingers in the carpet, drapes, pillows, etc. And just a little p.s. to mom or dad or whomever- CLEAN UP AFTER YOURSELF. I mean seriously, I never thought that the roles would be so reversed. I never thought that I would be nagging my 50 and 60 something year old parents to clean this joint up but that is exactly what I am doing. Well, sorta. I don't really have the heart to tell them that they are lacking sanitation activity. Maybe they'll sense my desire for them to clean when they see me doing a lot of hard labour like cleaning out the fridge or scrubbing the floorts. Because, seriously, old orange juice stains, unrecognizable bits of food/goo and hair/dustballs bigger than Jasmine- not a good look- doesn't shout "walk on me barefoot!" or "eat what's inside of me!"...heh.

In other news- I have a new vice and I don't plan on letting it go anytime soon. I've always thought my life to be fairly uneventful and predictable. It will be interesting to see how things will play out now. Like most vices, it isn't very healthy, but some things are worth the sacrifice.

I'm surrounded by a lot of lovey dovey stuff. It's pretty gross. I'm about to remove the filter. I wonder how certain relationships last. Going on my observations, because that's all that I have to go on, there is always a giver and a taker (obvious, I know). There is always one party who gives too much and another who takes too much. How does it last? I have decided that I will more than likely be alone forever because A) no one will ever love me or B) I won't let them. Oh well. I'm very hardened to the idea of love because it isn't real- at least not for me. But I think I just might be ok with that. I can get along just fine on my own. If I don't expect things from people, namely boys, then I will never be disappointed. Fuck it. I'm turning my back first.


I need to figure out what to do for my birthday. 21.