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I'm calmer now, and I'm going to put a post on this journal to let the world away from my Friends list know I'm still alive.
The juice:
Unless Ruth responds to me, or someone else winds up making me an offer, I'll be living behind a department store before the year is out. My mother has been a completely unreasonable bitch for the last month and a half and I'm -really- getting tired of it. Every time I roll over she's threatening to kick me out of the house - this weekend it's about a doorknob and a facecloth.
I am not exaggerating by calling her a completely unreasonable bitch, and I have records of her amazingly childish behavior, be they e-mails or the nasty little notes she leaves all over the house for the whole family to find when she gets pissed off about something.
I'm going to google a roommate search thing I heard about after I make this post.
I don't have a job yet. Applied... everywhere. Applying more places this week.
I'm officially signed up for my last semster of high school. I had to take three classes, including my missing P.E. credit, so I took Child Development and Sociology.
I really do think I might be Hindu.
At least if no roommates become available, Justine offered me the use of her shower, so at least I won't be a smelly hobo. (Thanks, Justine; you're a peach.) There are up-sides to being homeless, I mean. Once I do get a job, all that money will be profit - no rent, electricity, OR water to pay for. And, as was stated in my other journal, I can plug my cell phone into one of the store's utility outlets, since my ex stepfather pays for that and it won't be cut off just because I stopped living here.
I think that's everything worth mentioning.
I really want to move to New Zealand.
The juice:
Unless Ruth responds to me, or someone else winds up making me an offer, I'll be living behind a department store before the year is out. My mother has been a completely unreasonable bitch for the last month and a half and I'm -really- getting tired of it. Every time I roll over she's threatening to kick me out of the house - this weekend it's about a doorknob and a facecloth.
I am not exaggerating by calling her a completely unreasonable bitch, and I have records of her amazingly childish behavior, be they e-mails or the nasty little notes she leaves all over the house for the whole family to find when she gets pissed off about something.
I'm going to google a roommate search thing I heard about after I make this post.
I don't have a job yet. Applied... everywhere. Applying more places this week.
I'm officially signed up for my last semster of high school. I had to take three classes, including my missing P.E. credit, so I took Child Development and Sociology.
I really do think I might be Hindu.
At least if no roommates become available, Justine offered me the use of her shower, so at least I won't be a smelly hobo. (Thanks, Justine; you're a peach.) There are up-sides to being homeless, I mean. Once I do get a job, all that money will be profit - no rent, electricity, OR water to pay for. And, as was stated in my other journal, I can plug my cell phone into one of the store's utility outlets, since my ex stepfather pays for that and it won't be cut off just because I stopped living here.
I think that's everything worth mentioning.
I really want to move to New Zealand.