Eventful!

I got my permit! (Again) you see, the first time, no one really bothered with it much, and it expired, but this time, I'm completely determined to see this thing through and get my real drivers' license at long last! It's going to happen. I'm going to make it happen. Having even such a small measure of independence would be unimaginably wonderful, even if I didn't have a car of my own or anything (I'm still working on that bit). It might seem ridiculous that I, a fully grown 20-year-old emotional caretaker of an entire family, would still be unable to drive, but stranger things have happened (like my 23-year-old brother not being able to drive). So it will all be okay. I have confidence!

Another momentous event is happening. Talia and Anselm are starting school tomorrow! Talia is going to be a senior, so it's not really such a stressful time for her, but Anselm is going to be a freshman, and it's his first day of school ever. Actually, it's not, because he did summer school health, but that hardly counts, does it? This is his first real actual day of school, and it's really frickin weird. When Talia started school, it was weird too, but sort of less so? Like, I was only 3 when she was born, so I didn't really raise her, and we've always seemed closer in age anyway. But with Anselm, I actually did raise him, like I fed him and dressed him and taught him while we were still homeschooled (and I still tutor him now), and so on, and even now, he comes to me for stuff. So it's weird to think of him going off to school now; I think I know what a mom would feel like. I'm not sure I like it! But you know, I think he'll be fine. He's a smart kid, and unlike the rest of us, he's good with people, so hopefully he can make some friends easily. He didn't have that much trouble with his assignments, so academically, I think he'll be okay too, although it will take a bit of adjustment, I'm sure. I just hope that he's happy! I wouldn't want him to be miserable or anything. Oh, this is so stressful! Kids will be the death of me yet.

Mom and I went to the homeless shelter to serve breakfast this morning (as we do every Tuesday), and as always, all the men tried to hit on me. But no one proposed marriage, or asked Mom for permission to know me better, or have me a (possibly handmade) gift this time, so I'm counting it as a success. Still, I truly wish this wouldn't happen all the time. I like doing soup kitchen stuff though. It's chaotic and spur-of-the-moment, and no one is too uptight about it. Hopefully, I can do this sort of thing in LA this year (and maybe even do a partnership with NAMI?). After that, we went to play at the VA hospital, since Xander has contacts there, and it turned out pretty well. Talia didn't go, because she's been boycotting all our performances lately, but the rest of us went, and we sounded decent. It's really pretty fun performing together, I must admit. And the people liked it (I think), so that was a success too. I should have warmed up my voice before trying to do Listen, though.

It's not that late (okay, well it's 1:42AM, but that's early for summer nights), but I intend to get up tomorrow and escort the kids to school, partly so Dad doesn't do anything weird, and partly so I can wish them luck and all that, so that means I have to get up at 6:30 and get ready and stuff. So I think I'll go to sleep now, or at least attempt to. Goodnight! I hope your rest is sweet and lovely and filled with splendorous dreams!