writings of a walking contradiction

Just noticed that I actually haven't updated this in a while. Heh heh. Oops. And I cannot get to sleep so, time to update.

No real changes, I suppose. I've been applying for jobs right and left, trying to gain some form of employment since my last one was a temp position that finished in April. I have managed a little bit of content writing for a couple computer programs coming out, but other than that, there's nothing on the job horizon yet.

Melete has moved in with her boyfriend of nine months. I'm happy for her. I really am. I just, *sighs* I wish that she knew what she wants out of life besides a boyfriend. She has never been without a boyfriend. And it frustrates me a little that she seems to be incapable of finding her own identity outside of a guy. But oh well. She's happy, and at the moment that's all that really matters.

Mneme and I spent the day watching movies and making Nutella cookies and me listening to her complaining about her job. She's pretty much working as a grunt in a clothing store, and while I feel bad for her, I'm a little relieved that my money straits are not yet so dire that I am desperate enough for a job to go into retail.

Oh well. Life could be worse I suppose.

SATURDAY'S WORD COUNT (11/26): 519
TOTAL WORD COUNT: 43802

*laughs nervously* So, not so much a great day for my word count, but it is for the best of reasons.

I spent half of the morning and the entire afternoon helping my grandparents clean out their basement, which resulted in me gaining many, many books I did not own, which include:

Voltaire
Sigmund Freud
Arthur C. Clarke
Jules Verne
Oscar Wilde
Martin Luther
John Steinbeck
Edgar Rice Burroughs
Robert Jordan
Bullfinch's Mythology
The Epic of Gilgamesh
Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

Add to this the fact that I have now been promised that the signed (signed!) record of Nat King Cole (cue joyous hypersonic fangirl squees) is to be willed to me. This is because my grandparents are two of the coolest people I know. More than that, I got to learn more about both of them. For instance, my grandmother took fencing lessons in high school. That's right. Fencing lessons. Also, my grandfather was in the Air Force, until he broke his leg, the medical doctor allowed it to heal crookedly, hence it had to be broken again so it would heal properly, and he was given an honorable discharge.

I also spent the whole evening with friends who were in town for Thanksgiving from Las Vegas. YAY!

This is a really personal post for me. I just needed a place to post my thoughts. So, here goes.

I don't know what to do.

I have a teenage sister. Mneme is fifteen years old. I don't know anything about her, at all. I have learned today that not only did she date a boy for a month recently, but also that they broke up over two weeks ago. I also learned that this boy is now dating another girl, a girl he used to date before my sister, and a friend of hers as well. And that he called my sister an hour ago to inform her of this.

She is not taking it well. That's actually the understatement of the millennium.

First some background. She takes after me and the middle sister too much. The both of us are incredibly passionate people, loving loyally and with all our hearts. While Melete, my eighteen year old sister, loves pretty much anybody who will love her back, I am more exclusive about who I love that much. Mneme has taken our passion and my exclusivity and taken it to new heights.

She believes this boy is her soul mate, and as I sit here, she is screaming and crying and destroying her bedroom asking why her. And I don't know what to tell her. Other than, no matter how beautiful it sounds, or how often it happens in books or movies, one rarely meets their soul mate at fifteen.

It doesn't help that the family religion is intent on her (all three of us, in fact) marrying young. That is all we were taught, how to be a good mother and a good wife.

This is not healthy. And I don't know what to do. I feel anger that she has allowed one boy to affect her so much. I feel terrified that she might consider doing something rash. I am worried that I don't know what to say to her or what to do, and that I will do or say something that will make it worse.