The usually akward and unpleasent open house saturday came along and I was forced by my mom to go to a few open houses for people who attended our church. I supposed the only good that comes out of these things is seeing the embaressing baby pictures and all the free food. Its intersting how much some people change and how much other people dont change at all. I had a few brauchts some chicken and lemonade, it was a good fill. We went to three open houses in three hours. The fact that all the houses were so close together really helped. Anyways as it always is with brothers I suppose I still get petty over the littlest things. I’m 17, I should grow up, I am grown up; but in some aspects of life I just can’t seem to get over it. The front seat. I had the front seat for the whole way and when my little brother at age 10 gets it I quietly accept but when we have to go to the grocery store (von hansen’s meats, and caribou coffee) he is the one that has to get the buns and my mother got the coffee. Well being the person I am I slipped up into the front seat and didn’t make much of a deal out of it when he came back. When he saw me in his spot he was indignent and refused to sit in the back seat. Even after my mom got in and drove off about 10 yards just to mess with him a little bit. He finally got in and didn’t complain, perhaps thats because he was drinking a smoothie. I suppose in some aspects I handled this situation in an adult matter, when he came back from getting the buns I didn’t gloat I didn’t mock him. I suppose there will always be things in life that some people are petty over and will become childish about, when that small piece of sanctuary is threatened. Wow, that got a little off topic… Anyways the grad parties were as akward and dull as always, but I suppose it was good to see some of my old friends again that I haven’t talked to in a while. At least I got food out of it 
