I got a job!
... And curiously enough, I am not happy, which is just wrong, since I finally got one after six fucking months. Really, I don't understand what's wrong. That Time of the Month must be coming...? Anyhow, the Firm is telling me to get my papers straight, of which I already did a couple. The last two was supposed to be done by the employer, but no, they want me to do it myself. Lazy? Huuurrrr...
I must be haapy! Sunshine happiness and all that! But dammit, the shit is flying. We're going home to the Small Town later today, so we can bundle up our entire little life there and move to the big city. So, my relatives are telling me to look for schools for my sister the last minute, which I tried doing, but my aunt was apparently a lot better at it. Then, last night, mother scolded me for not telling father about the trouble we were having about the school stuff. That was a WTF moment. Dada does NOT care. He couldn't do anything anyway. He'll just transfer the responsibility to me, like he always does. And even if he did, the response would be minimal with a grunt and an upsetting look. (I'm going to pay for it, so you do everything else!) Is it my fault that they're trying to turn our world upside down in a week? Do they expect me to tell the entire fucking world to stop for their convinience? Do they think I don't know that we have to hurry? DO they know that I don't have the experience necessary to talk to people and get what I want yet? Have they not gotten it to their head? YOU. PEOPLE. ARE. DRIVING. ME. INSANE.
On a different rant, I read a comment on youtube yesterday about Hayley Williams of Paramore lip sync-ing, and her being sucky. I can only say, WTF?! Whoever that dude was, he was stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Ignorant. Stupid. Look for Paramore LIVEs, and listen to Hayley. She's one of those people who actually doesn't need synthesizers at all!
Anyhow, I'm tryng to finish up this week's entry for dn_contest . I only have until lunch time, or I can't post anything. *Starts typing furiously...* Gah! Please, somebody, stop the world... I want to get off!