Summer is almost over. Thank God.

 

Two more weeks and then I can focus on getting my bum to Venice.

 

I just finished reading a fantastic book. Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close.

It honestly was the first book in a long time that made me go out and buy a copy for myself the second I finished it.

 

My cousin had recommended it to me a few years ago with the premise, "it's about September 11th." which didn't really catch my interest. Finally, out of sheer boredom, I picked it up at the library and devoured it. Beautifully written, so much more than I thought I would get out of it. It's suprising because I remember not liking Everything is Illuminated.

 

This was so good though. read it.

 

Now I'm on a book about the plague. Year of Wonders. Different. good. not as good. but good.

 

My older brother came home this weekend. He's home for two weeks. Just long enough to top off my FANTASTIC summer Vacation. I love my brother in the sense that he is my brother. But we think differently, and we rarely see eye to eye on anything. I DO NOT have the same relationship with him that I have with my younger brother. He has been the constant humbling...entity in my life and I've been the ridiculously dim and annoying one in his. Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever heard him say the words "I love you" to anyone but my grandma.

 

I hate the way he speaks a few decibles louder than everyone else around him. I hate how he thinks he knows EVERYTHING. I hate the way he talks to my parents. I hate how because he never calls to talk to our family, my mother felt he deserved a welcome home feast on Sunday. 

 

But all in all it hasn't been too bad. Granted it's only been two days. My kid brother seems in better spirits now that he's home. He says there's a different family chemistry when we're all together. Which is true, I suppose. The parentals haven't fought in a while.

 

I'm trying to remain silent, but have been incomprehensibly frustrated lately. I can't help it. I can't shake this feeling that every single thing my family does pisses me off. I feel like I'm in high school again. I thought I went through puberty already. Even my kid brother is irritating. I'm tired of his actual pre-pubescent boyish mutterings, aimed mainly at me. His ally.  DUMB. Maybe the twelve hour work days are finally getting to me.

 

Two more weeks. Two more weeks.