My little Brother

So, he was living with his stripper friend in Richmond. I told him he should come to Va Beach with me, he told me to fuck off with the charisma that only an 18yr old stoner with nothing to look forward to than his next dimebag can muster. This may have stemmed from the fact that i intervened and ruined a nice score he had setup over the summer.

I had started dating one of the hosts at the restaurant we both worked at. I might add she was beautiful, and amazing. But alas... I digress. I'm pretty sure I mentioned her in an earlier post. She was the one I would have to get a high paying job for. Soo... I was semi-courting her and was trying to get her to go to warped tour with me and my brofriend, Comitz. She had to work, I convinced my brother to cover her shift for her. Which would mean that he couldn't go to Warped Tour. Even though he wasn't working because he had requested off to go to warped tour. I begged pleaded and pulled incredible stunts at work to get it approved, because Mikey was on the shitlist as the time. So... after some political maneuvering on both our parts (as I found out later) both 11/10 and I ended up with the day off. (I was also scheduled to work. Like I said, much maneuvering.) At the time, 11/10 had JUST broken up with her boyfriend of like two years, some kid from Longwood I think. Whatever school it was, I sure he was a loser. He was also a drug dealer, which was an issue in the relationship from what I understand. Apparently one of the benefits to dating a drug dealer is that you always have good weed. On the way down to Va Beach, we start talking about the incredible stunt we pulled and she mentions she had to bribe my brother with a bag of weed (some really good stuff, apparently) that her now ex bf had given her. I said you should not do that, if you dont mind. She obliged me, he got the short end of the stick. So he was holding a pretty good-sized grudge, understandably.

Stripper and Lil Red (my bro) moved in with another stripper, the same stripper who attacked me in my kitchen one night. I still haven't got tested from that. Note to self. I think the worst thing that can happen from kissing a stripper is... degradation of pride and morality? I hope so. Anyways, they got evicted around christmas time. Next thing I know, Mikey is living on our old street in the 'Gona, down the street from my High School. I know that he needs to get back in school and won't do it himself. I also know I need to keep an eye on him. Thus begins my journey into parenting.

I basically skipped my first week of classes getting all his financial aid, textbooks, course schedule, and employment straightened out. This also required me to forgo paying the majority of my own tuition, place a large sum on my business card as an expense, and max out my personal credit cards. ODU tuition is billable, community college is "don't pay before midnight, we drop you from your classes." which did happen, i had to finagle to get him back into the same classes the next day. I put him to work with my boss in the warehouse. It was unsteady hours at first and there were some issues as to paychecks and hours, and all that. He basically was late on his rent ($75/week) every week for the first 3 weeks and I was supporting him on all other counts. His computer died, so i snagged a laptop off eBay that he could run Adobe Master Suite on so I could put him to work doing design and web stuff for me. Basically it was all a huge investment because once his financial aid starts coming in I will be square again. This is btw the second time I have done this. Over the summer he dropped his classes and the fin aid never came, and I was out $1200. But hey, I figured I'd either give my brother a second shot at college, and risk upwards of $4,000 (and growing) or watch him continue a downward spiral.

He is currently failing two courses, possibly three. All he has to pass is 67% of his credits and at least 12 / semester. I'm crossing my fingers. I don't have the capital to give him the third shot, even if I wanted to. I will be talking to his teachers this week about salvaging his grades for the semester. My first parent-teacher conference, if you will. Wish me luck. So yea, thats where I'm at. I haven't been the least bit active in the OT chapter here, as I am now working from the warehouse to work with him (I had to concede that to get him set minimum hours/week.) He decided to move out of his friends house and we found him an apartment near ODU campus for $400/month. I had to pay his first months rent, and hes struggling this month to get the 2nd month and the security desposit, but I think he will be successful. After that, his bills are only $400 (I pay his cell as its on the business account) a month and his income will be around $700 so he should have money to spend. Which means I won't be feeding two people anymore.

My classes aren't going to great, although I have an A in programming. I had to drop my accounting course and probably should drop my management course. It is what it is. If he pulls through this semester, next semester he won't have to work, and I won't have half the stress because all the paperwork is already filled out. If I start getting Empty Nest complexes, you will be the first to hear about it :)

I don't think I am having children. If I do, I am sending them off to boarding school at 14. A military boarding school. Its 5:34 am and I still have to do my Finance hw (its already late) and I have a program due at 7 PM. HW is due at 7 AM. Oh and someone found my blog! One of the brothers from Leadership Academy facebooked me about it! What are the odds that of all the blogs they would randomly stumble across it? Small. Very very small. I'll let you know after I take Stat 342 next semester.