Day 1

It's actually not Day 1, it's more like Day 14, but since it's the first day of the blog, what the hell.

I started this blog for two reasons:

1) I live with my parents. I'm unemployed. I have a lot of time on my hands. Also, apparently, living with my parents doesn't mean that I'm entitled to write a blog, but rather that I'm required to write a blog, as all bloggers live with their parents. However the old cliché is not true in this case, I do not live in my mother's basement. I just moved back two weeks ago and haven't been able to swoop in on that sweet piece of real estate...yet.

2) My friends who don't live with their parents don't understand where I'm coming from when I complain about how lame it is to live in my parents' house. They say things like "get a job and move out" or "maybe if you didn't spend $700 dollars on alcohol and XBox stuff every month you could afford to put down a deposit on an apartment". They're dicks, and they don't get it. I figured I could find people who understand online, or at least vent about it.

So without further ado...

I'm sitting in the den today watching the playoffs. First, I'm bored because all the games this weekend (up to this point) suck. They're all blowouts. Second, this is the only room in the house that has a flat screen TV. Gay. When I was in college me and my roommates had three flat screens in one room at my fraternity house. Also I'm too broke to go to a bar, and my parents find it, we'll say unfashionable, to be drunk before 3 o'clock anyway, so that's out. As you can probably guess, I'm in a bad mood.

So my mom comes into the den with a clear look of disgust on her face and is all like "are you seriously still wearing those pajama pants? You woke up four hours ago, you wear those everyday, put on some real pants, blah blah blah!". Like I said, I'm in a bad mood, I really don't feel like explaining to her that I Febreeze these pants bi-weekly, so it's not like they're dirty.

Instead I'm just like "Who cares, it's not like I have a job interview or anything today." What I meant by that was that it's Sunday, and that I don't have any important plans. All my mom heard was "not", "have", and "job" and then she starts going off on how I need to get a job, that I need to start paying my students loans, and all this other crap that I just didn't want to hear. She's looking at me like I'm a bigger douche bag than Taylor Lautner and I'm just like "What the ef? What'd I do?" Apparently I'm supposed to be looking for jobs everyday, even the Lord's day. I said as much to her, and all she could be like was "How is that an excuse! You don't even go to church!!!". Whatever.

Lesson learned, refrain from bringing up your unemployment to the people who are pissed that you're unemployed as often as possible.

I can already tell it's gonna be a long six(ish) years.