Thanks Big Bro!

What a day. I haven't really been looking forward to this weekend too much since I knew it was going to be basically filled with studying for my two upcoming tests this week. However, it is now 5:19pm and I have managed to read a whopping 3 pages of the 90 required reading for my Tuesday test. Yay...just 87 to go, and while some of it is maybe not 'put you to sleep boring', to say it's scintillating is a stretch beyond even the wildest imagination. It's been an interesting day, an eventful day with some fun, heartwarming surprises.

My morning started out per usual by way of Saturday mornings, that is. I got up, watched a bit of tele and had my coffee and breakfast. Mom called (our Saturday morning thing) and suddenly I was just hit with this dismal, dark mood...and not in the mood to talk whatsoever. I feel kind of bad about that, because I can't remember really ever being more short on words with her...even while in the midst of my depression. Then, things took quite an ironic turn when my brother called. He had actually called me while I was 'not talking' with mom and so I called him back. I still owe him two months worth of phone bills which I had told him I would try to get to him somewhere around the 1st of this month. He e-mailed me a reminder and I had
e-mailed him back saying it would have to wait until the 15th, that things were 'not good' right now. So, I ended up totally fessing up everything to him on the phone, told him how much trouble I'm really in and that I was seriously considering bankruptcy...told him about the loan garnishment and all the juicy details. He told me several times that I needed to talk with mom and dad and I eschewed him in equal measure and told him he was sworn to secrecy and that I needed to take care of this myself. He is genuinely worried for me and told me that repeatedly. I guess we've both done a lot of growing up over the years and have become closer, though certainly not as close as many siblings must be. We are both adopted and while that can't count as a reason for us being so different, we really are very different people, in many ways. However, today I realize that I am very fortunate to have him for a brother. He just called me again about an hour ago to check up, he's worried about me being sad and depressed and not having any money to do fun stuff. He said he isn't made of millions but would help me out as much as he can. Said that I could call him anytime and that he was there for me. I'm getting a little teary right now just thinking about it. It was pretty cool. That's all.