VENTING!!!
Ok so randy and i turn in our keys to our old apartments to find out that we dont get our deposits back because the deposits were for the whole school year and we moved out a semester early. Ok thats fine its not like were TOTALLY FREAKIN BROKE!! Oh well i can get over this no biggie. So i finally tell mom that we moved in together. It went better than expected i just got the disapointed speech. Then she informs me that she scheduled a photo shoot this saturday for me. Thats just super. Seeing as i dont have the gas money to go home. Now i have to use the money randy and i need to keep, to pay for gas to have a photo shoot that i dont want to do that doesnt pay .. "Its to help build my portfolio". BULL SHIT! I dont want to do the stupid modeling thing anymore. I told her i was never interested it just makes her feel better to say her daughter is a model. It makes her look better. I dont care about it. I dont like it. Ok so i can get over that too i guess i just have to make it very very clear that this wont happen again. Fine whatever. It doenst matter that randy and i have to save up $1000 by march to pay for his possession fine which he should have never gotten. He told me he had quit and ... whatever. I got over that too. I Know $1000 in 2 months shouldnt be too hard but it is when we only have about $200 left over after bills every month. Which means we have 200 for groceries for a month and gas and pop up expenses. And thats a lot of pressure cuz if we dont pay he goes to jail. What else ... lets see. Oh yes. We also have to save up $3000 by August in order for us to move to Houston so he can go to UTI. I fully support his decision to go fulfill his dreams. It just sucks that my senior year of college i have to transfer to another school. Speaking of school since i lost my scholarship i had to fill out loan papers. Mom was supposed to cosign but ... thats right i must have forgotten. I dont get help from them when marilee or david need something. Mom couldnt do it by the deadline cuz she had to do something for marilees dance or modeling or WHATEVER!! When it came time to pay the bill... she didnt have the money cuz she spent it to turn on the electricity and water in David and Ambers apt. THATS BULL SHIT TOO. Davids a freaking bastard whos going to have a first class seat to hell and i just let her know last semester why and she acts like nothing happened. LOVELY! So Randy being the most awesome guy God created. Cosigned a loan for me so i can actually pay for school. After i told mom that she magically had the money to pay for school. THANKS SO MUCH!!! I cant wait till randy and i get married so that we can get away from everybody that i hate so much. Not that i hate my parents its just that .. well they kinda forgot they had a middle child. They bent over backwards to help david despite what a fuck up he is. "Here go through 5 new vehicles we'll just keep buying you new ones to replace the ones you tear up of just dont like. Its ok david if you got discharged from the army for cocaine. Dont worry well buy you a house and a truck. OH you knocked up the girl you just met. YAY your going to marry her. Thats great news. Here since you moved out of the house we got you cuz you didnt like it we'll get yall an apt close to her mom and we'll pay for all of your utilities. And we'll buy you groceries every month. Anything to make our child molesting son happy!!" Well Elizabeth needs to go to college oh well dont worry about her Marilees in dance and Shes modeling so We'll just forget we had Elizabeth and now all of our money will go to Marilee. ... I guess you have to be a slacker in my family to get attention. god forbid i try to make something of myself. What was i thinking going to college and finding someone to marry. And who would have thought you dont have to be knocked up to have a reason to marry someone. But i must go now because i have to clean the apt. and do the laundry and get dinner ready for randy when he comes home so he can relax from his 12 hour day at work. *sigh* .. i just would like to know ... what about me?