Irresponsible

The grinding of my gears.
You know what gets me? Being called irresponsible. Well, beyond that. Being called irresponsible by the same people who just asked I pick up their son from school because the daddy (also know as my fat, lazy, retarded brother) scheduled his college (community college) class during the time he's supposed to be picking up my nephew.

This kind of confuses me in a way.

Here's the scope:
Last year I was left off the list to pick him up (yes, at his school they have a list and you have to show some I.D.) because he and his wife thought I was 'too irresponsible' to handle the job. Well, needless to say I ended up on more than on occasion dropping what I was doing only to come home, pick up someone on the list, drive to the school, pick up my nephew, drive home, and then be merrily on my way back to whatever was interrupted.
What prompted the irresponsibility, you ask? I disappear every once and a while. Yeah. There. I said it. I leave this place I call home and stay with a MAN. Yes. A thing with a penis. And I get the stress boned right out of me. Then I sleep, cuddle, and all that mushy shit, and come home. In fact, it was after one such excursions that I heard "Well, they decided to leave you off the list because you're irresponsible."

Last time I checked I've brought my college GPA up from a 2.3 to a 2.7. It isn't anything to write home about, but I did screw up a lot a few years ago and I'm trying my damnedest to make it better. And I'm doing it.

Last time I checked, I had a driver's license. Yes, with this great innovation of modern man I do the grocery shopping, spend more time at the library than should be allowed for cruel and unusual punishment, and make midnight runs for bread.

Last time I checked when I got my student loan and grant money, I sat down and budgeted my expenses, being very careful to be sure I had money to pay bills (I have credit cards) in between checks. I've yet to miss a payment or be negative in my bank account.

Last time I checked, I volunteered to do basic accounting work for a group of people that owe me nothing, and to whom I owe my life. I've not missed a payment, set their banking account into the negative, or been off in their books even once.

But somehow, because I choose to spend the night off with some man friend every once and a while, one of the few joys in my life. I'm.Fucking.Irresponsible.

Now, they want me to pick him up this next year. In the midst of taking my own nine hours at college, god knows how many more hours at the library, and keeping up my accounting work, among other things (yes, there's more).

I said no. I said no because taking care of these children isn't my responsibility. They're right. I'm irresponsible. I'm irresponsible because it isn't my responsibility. I haven't put off getting my driver's license, even though I have two children and it's completely retarded not to have it. I didn't schedule my classes (which, ACC is really flexible with scheduling) in conflict with my child's school. I didn't jerk off and waste away my tax refund on an HDTV instead of equipping my wife with a drivers license. I don't sit on my ass all day and play video games in my parents garage instead of out working supporting my family.

And somehow, I still get looked at like I'm the fucking irresponsible one. Fuck them. My sister-in-law can take the bus. I work too hard for this shit.

Tricked

I was sitting at my desk earlier making ready some bills and happened to glance at the Google desktop gadget that gives me news. I hardly ever look at this thing, and have the news gadget on my desktop but not my laptop.

All I saw was Bush Hands Over Power to Chaney.

I felt over joyed for a moment. Here are a few thoughts that ran through my head as I eagerly awaited the story, loading in my browser:

• Wow, he finally figured out his I.Q. is the the double digits and conceded.
• He must be dying.
• He must be dead (not quite as rational as the rest, but it was there).
  
• He finally concluded the gig was up as far as the war in Iraq, he's caught and he's no better than any other mass murdering fuck-head.
• He's in jail for doing drugs.
• He's tired of playing President in our white house.
• He's playing a cruel joke on America.

And a cruel joke it was. My browser doesn't take that long to load, it's just my mind is really adept at jumping to conclusions. So I read the story and am instantly disappointed. He's alive, he doesn't think he's stupid, he's not tired of playing, he probably still believes in his war, no drugs (maybe he should take them..)... Alas, it's a cruel joke. They're screening his butt for cancer. And the devious "mwahahaha I'm planning things with my two hours of lime light" look on Chaney's face is classic.




Hopefully, if there's any great justice in the universe, Bush is half awake when they probe his innards and he comes out feeling like Goatse.

If you don't know who Goatse is, use your Googles. *But be warned, Goatse is an image some may find offensive. It is sexual in nature.*


*This statement is in compliance with US law stating I can't randomly send you all to shock sites without your knowledge.

Harry Potter

Yes, this subject is really big right now. The last Harry Potter book came out last night. I'm laying in my bed with my copy snugly beside me. Getting it was an interesting experience.

I decided to reserve my copy at Borders, because it's not far from my house and usually that's where I go when I want/need a book. Although, I hate that place. I hate it because it's simple. Their book selection can be irritating to me. For example, I got this book on Tantric sex there some years ago. And it was a good beginners overview. I got a better book on Tantric sex at an adult store some years later. That book is (insert profanity)'ing awesome. Now, if they carried that sort of book (subject matter aside) at Borders, I would love that place.

Okay back to Harry Potter. I got there a little after 11pm, because I knew no two ways about it I'd be standing around waiting for half the night. I got my wrist band. Stood around some more. I thought maybe the advertisement of a Ball would be more festivities. There weren't any. I hung out with my friend. Ran into other friends. I heard Book People had a killer party. One friend I ran into was covered in glitter.


So, the moral of the story is Borders is the Hallmark of bookstores (little snippet sayings in place of actual books) and they don't know how to throw a Harry Potter party.

.. Not that I would be into that sort of thing ;)