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Well, after all of the mindless babble that is "QUIZTHINGS," I've finally decided to post something of pseudo-significance. I'd love to tell all of you that things are going swimmingly for me right now, that I have not a care in the world, and that I'll be spending the next year and a half to two years in Tokyo, Japan.
However.
None of the aforementioned is true. I still have not heard back from Disney about the Tokyo gig, and I'm not sure that I'm going to. Friday is the last day that I can withdraw from the university without it affecting my GPA adversely, so Disney's time is up! If they call later this week and say they want me I may still go, but the shitty part is: I DON'T HAVE THE MONEY TO PAY FOR THIS SEMESTER! So I have to withdraw any way. Life's a bitch and then you die I guess.
On the flip side, I've made plans in the event that I don't go to Japan. I'M MOVIN' OUT! That's right, I'm quitting the university job, finding two jobs, am going to work my ass off this summer and MOVE THE FUCK OUT OF MY GRANDPARENT'S HOUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yeah, the reason I'm moving out: I've had it with my g-ma. Either I'm moving out or she is.
Things at home have been increasingly difficult. Because of school and just normal socialization I haven't been spending much time at home. This, along with my having turned 21 recently, translated to my grandparents as I was becoming a raging alcoholic. Those of you who know me know that I may be raging at times but NOT an alcoholic; I'm a drunk. (alcoholics go to meetings, drunks go to sectionals!) Any way, a few weeks ago my grandmother, rather harshly, asked me if the reason that I didn't come home the previous weekend was because I was out drinking all night. Now, I'm not going to lie to her so I tell her that the reason I did not come home was because I had been drinking and didn't feel as though I should drive. So then she procedes to rip me a new ass about how I'm throwing my life away with alcohol and that I'm turning into my father. Due to my "respect your elders" up-bringing I decided not to retort to her idiotic rant. She as well as my grandfather have yet to acknowledge my responsible behavior and I doubt they ever will. Hence my reason for moving out. They've also begun asking me to pay for things like food and auto insurance. I have no problem paying for these things but my view is, if you're going to take those luxuries away from me then I'm just going to pay for all of it. End of story.
On the not so shitty side of things:
-I will most likely be moving in to the Castle with Byron, Dale and Tony (Eric's moving out after Graduation). So YAY!
-Wien has popped her 51st cherry (quite the little whore!)
-And in the not so distant future I may have a girlfriend!
*Whew*
I suppose that's all for now. For those of you who want to hang out sometime, the scary g-rents are in FL for the spring, so it's safe to come over!
Peace!
However.
None of the aforementioned is true. I still have not heard back from Disney about the Tokyo gig, and I'm not sure that I'm going to. Friday is the last day that I can withdraw from the university without it affecting my GPA adversely, so Disney's time is up! If they call later this week and say they want me I may still go, but the shitty part is: I DON'T HAVE THE MONEY TO PAY FOR THIS SEMESTER! So I have to withdraw any way. Life's a bitch and then you die I guess.
On the flip side, I've made plans in the event that I don't go to Japan. I'M MOVIN' OUT! That's right, I'm quitting the university job, finding two jobs, am going to work my ass off this summer and MOVE THE FUCK OUT OF MY GRANDPARENT'S HOUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yeah, the reason I'm moving out: I've had it with my g-ma. Either I'm moving out or she is.
Things at home have been increasingly difficult. Because of school and just normal socialization I haven't been spending much time at home. This, along with my having turned 21 recently, translated to my grandparents as I was becoming a raging alcoholic. Those of you who know me know that I may be raging at times but NOT an alcoholic; I'm a drunk. (alcoholics go to meetings, drunks go to sectionals!) Any way, a few weeks ago my grandmother, rather harshly, asked me if the reason that I didn't come home the previous weekend was because I was out drinking all night. Now, I'm not going to lie to her so I tell her that the reason I did not come home was because I had been drinking and didn't feel as though I should drive. So then she procedes to rip me a new ass about how I'm throwing my life away with alcohol and that I'm turning into my father. Due to my "respect your elders" up-bringing I decided not to retort to her idiotic rant. She as well as my grandfather have yet to acknowledge my responsible behavior and I doubt they ever will. Hence my reason for moving out. They've also begun asking me to pay for things like food and auto insurance. I have no problem paying for these things but my view is, if you're going to take those luxuries away from me then I'm just going to pay for all of it. End of story.
On the not so shitty side of things:
-I will most likely be moving in to the Castle with Byron, Dale and Tony (Eric's moving out after Graduation). So YAY!
-Wien has popped her 51st cherry (quite the little whore!)
-And in the not so distant future I may have a girlfriend!
*Whew*
I suppose that's all for now. For those of you who want to hang out sometime, the scary g-rents are in FL for the spring, so it's safe to come over!
Peace!