Immature Or What?

So. I get called immature for getting angry at a guest at work and staying angry all day - I disagree. I don't feel this is immature. I think I need to learn to cool off in less than twelve hours, but that's not necessarily immature.

Tonight? Tonight after work I hit a bar way down in Cape May, near the Villas, where Erica lives, with my co-worker Kevin, and we met Erica and Rich there. Never in my life did I ever imagine I'd be hanging out in a bar with my asshole manager Rich. Kevin has been inviting me out pretty much every week, and I never go, but tonight I decided I would, so I did, cause Kevin seems like someone I'd like to make friends with, even though I can do without ever spending more time with Rich than necessary.

I had a lot of fun, Kevin is great to hang out with and it was nice to spend time with Erica, too, seeing how she's pretty much glued to Rich and I hardly ever see her anymore. Rich pretty much didn't talk to me and we ignored each other more or less.

But... I got so drunk I had to call B to come get me.

Now, THAT, imo, is immature. I had fun anyway, but yeah. I need to grow out of that shit.

This Is Interesting...

Well, for one thing, the ads on my journal are in Spanish today. Sometimes they're for Wawa, I think because I talk about coffee and Wawa sometimes, but, why ads in Spanish? I don't write my entries in Spanish (and be thankful I don't, because my Spanish sucks!)

Anyway. I know what my dad wants - I think I've pretty much figured out what he was trying to accomplish with his gift of paying back my aunt and uncle and paying my credit cards. And I must say... it's fairly harmless, and I'm a lot less alarmed.

He and I went upstairs and he admired all my hard work (or, rather, the hard work of contractors, lol, but I did do most of the painting, and what I didn't do, B did, so, yeah. The admiration was nice :P) and all is fully functional now.

Basically, my dad wants to use part of the house. I'm fine with that. He paid my aunt and uncle back and wants to have the rooms down here for himself to use - that's okay by me. There isn't a thing shady about that at all, in fact, it just makes things that much easier for me. And it's fair, right? I don't need the rent money from this floor cause my shit is already paid. I think that's fair.

What exactly he wants with the rooms down here I'm not totally sure of, but it has to do with his girlfriend and their kids. I mean, I guess he wants his kids to have a nice "summer down the shore," I can't really object to that, right? They're living in Voorhees right now so I think the idea is that they'll back-and-forth it all summer, spending the weekends down here and stuff. Even with traffic it's less than an hour drive. Tons of people do that. My neighbors at the other house did that all summer - they both worked in PA and drove down here every Friday afternoon. Nice life, eh?

So I'm cool with that. This means that my "neighbors" down here, on the other side of the wall, are either going to be nobody (in the middle of the week) or them (on the weekends) and that's great - very low maintenance and less for me to worry about for sure.

I had kind of a nice day with my dad and I feel a lot better about stuff now - I prefer to be in the loop rather than out of it - makes sense, right?

And now I feel like I've got an abundance of family - not only do I have my aunt and uncle (but none of my cousins) and then my other uncle, but I've got my dad and my, uh... half-siblings? I guess? Whatever... in town. That's kinda cool. Most people my age who live here, even if they don't live with their families, their families are nearby. I mean, Erica lives with her parents, and her sister lives down the block from her, her mom's sister lives on the other side of town, and her grandparents live like four blocks away. That's how it goes here, small town and all I guess. Not that I like it here. But I'm here, so - it's kinda cool, I think.