You look at me, curious what I'm made of...
My name is Quinton, but everyone I know calls me Quin or Fox. I've always liked that better than Quinton I'm 18 and just graduated from high school 2 months ago. I was so glad to get out of that hell-hole after 4 long years, and I could care less if I see anybody from there ever again (fuck memories, give me my diploma). I've been taking it easy this summer since college starts a little later than high shcool, and I think I've earned some R and R. What I really need to be doing is getting a job, but I figure I'll have a better chance in august when school lets in. It seems that most stores at the mall have staffs filled with little 16 year olds for now. When those little rats go back to school, that'll free up some positions. I'm not that desperate for a job, but my mom is bitching in super mode now and I want to get away from her before I strangle her. Plus, my credit card bill has reached 2 pages and I can only live out of my checking account for so long. She says I have to be able to support my shopping habit because she can't afford to pay for all of it ( just part of it I guess). To say that I have no source of income right now, I'm still super well known at all the department stores. I blame it on her anyway, she just had to move into a new house and give me the room with a huge walk-in closet. I can't help it, it needed to be filled! Can you blame me?