Familiar Chaos

It’s funny to re-read my last entry now, when I thought that things were going to be fine and I thought that my living situation would work out well for me.

Let’s just say that the personality conflicts were harsh enough that I’ve since had to move again – this time just downstairs, switching rooms so that I now live with my younger brother, and my mom’s upstairs with the couple and baby.  Mom still hangs out down here a substantial amount, but whatever, that’s fine.  Now I have a bigger room, a quieter room, and I’m living with my 19-year-old younger brother, who also happens to be the member of my family I get along with the best.

Let’s just say that the lifestyles of a 21-year-old single queer promoter and a young couple with a little baby just didn’t seem to mesh so well together.  Funny how hindsight’s 20/20, eh?

I have two hours to finish a project that’s 10 days overdue and isn’t even near done yet.  I’ll update more later.