lil' bro in the house

So I came back to Savannah last week after Spring Break, and my younger brother decided he was coming along. Our home life has been strange, to say the least, because my parents dislike each other/love each other more often than not. He graduated from high school last year and decided he was going to be successful living in my parent's house, not having a job, and constantly playing his Xbox. Sounds promising, doesn't it? Well we've all been on his case about how he's slowly turning into this fuck-up and how he should be a little determined to do something more than bum off my parents for the rest of their lives. And he finally did.

He decided the best option for him is to get away. Yes, it sounds like a good idea, except the only place he could really get away to is Savannah, with me. We've only been back for 5 days and we fight almost everyday. I feel more like his mother than a big sister. I shouldn't have to lecture him or wake him up or badger him to go find a job. He is not my fucking child, and if he was, I would have kicked him out months ago.

Between my parents, my boyfriend and me, we have tried our best at looking for jobs online for him. I've made him walk around Savannah and put applications in wherever possible. I helped him bullshit a resume. I'd driven him places (oh yea, because he doesn't have a car). And then today he had the fucking balls to tell me he "should have gotten his own place." HA!

I told him today that he could help contribute by taking my dog out more than once every two days, and that he's wasting my electric by watching TV and playing Xbox at the same time, and that he needs to get out of the house and be productive, and he got pissy like a 13 year old girl and told me he "should have gotten his own place." With what fucking money?

He thinks this is all so easy. If living on your own is so easy, then why didn't he do it before? He's using my futon as a bed, my oven and microwave to cook, my sheets and blankets to sleep with, my refrigerator to keep his food and drinks cold, my TV, my bathroom and my internet.

I know last post I preached being nice and happy and optimistic, and I am. I really hope he gets a job down here. I really hope he can prove everyone wrong and he can succeed on his own. I really do. But don't ever take advantage of my niceness. He needs to appreciate that I don't have to do any of this for him.

Let's just say that if he isn't employed, contributing to the bills and getting out of the house more within the next two or three weeks, that Xbox will get locked in my car and his clothing will be on my front porch. We'll see what happens...