I am immensely upset with my father right now. I heard throught the grapevine that two weeks, my younger brother was hospitalized, and they found that he has Type 1 diabetes, and he will have to give himself insulin shots for the rest of his life. Two weeks, and no one called me. Especially since I'd just seen them on the fouth of July. Furthermore, he completely avoided me when I called him to ask what had happened, and hasn't called back.

Stupid, stupid little man.

On other matters, I'm feeling pretty guilty. I feel guilty when people give me money or spend a lot of money on me. Mike's really pulled out the stops this weekend, and to top it off, I went to dinner with my grandfather tonight, and he gave me a tidy little sum of money in addition to the check he usually gives me to help cover the rediculous (read $400-$600) cost of textbooks over the next two semesters. It makes me all paranoid, like, "Oh my god, when I mentioned that I might get a new job for pocket money, did it seem like I was digging for gold?" I mean, I know my grandfather loves me and gives me money sometimes because he's proud of how I'm doing in school, but I guess it just makes me a little uneasy. I know I'm not a charity case, but not being able to bring in more money as a student makes me feel a little vulnerable. Hence, guilt. Yes, money is more or less my #1 hang-up.

Oi.