Oh, you know that I'd do anything for you!
We had Secret Santa tonight. Garrett got me two things of yarn and four romance novels. It was wonderful. Alex Thomas got Leah a six-pack of Corona, so a group of us split that in Sarah's room afterward. I am now in my room, thinking about how badly I need to pack.
Part of me is going to miss this, I think. But then I know I'm only happy because I know I'm leaving. I knew that this would happen, which is sort of aggravating, because part of me is questioning that (although I knew I'd do that as well). I'm going to visit these people that I like, and if I want any chance of graduate school or studying abroad in my lifetime, I cannot be here. I hate admitting how poor we really are. I know I am about to sound like a snot-nosed brat, but when reading this one must keep in mind that I am only seventeen. On Sunday, my mum basically told me that she is cutting me off. Not because of any anger or that I'm a slacker who has leeched off of her for too long--she just doesn't have any money with which to help me. Thankfully, she's still paying for my medical stuff and she's going to pay for my gas until I manage to get wholly on my own two feet. She's a great mum. I'm going to miss living with her a lot. It's weird, because when I left her house in August, I didn't know it would be the last time I'd live with her. I am having some trouble with that. She's such a great lady. She's just been so busy lately, with work and with Fred, that I never know when to call her. I'm seeing her tomorrow and staying the night at her new house before returning to Tallahassee Friday morning.
I'll be staying in her empty house, because there is no way I'm going to live with my dad. I just worry he'll get offended and not give me the bed that is technically mine. I don't want to be bedless!
I know that when I get back, I'll find at least one job and then I will be okay for then. I'm probably going to acquire a second, eventually. I need money, because I need to pay for living expenses and I'd also very much like to keep my acrylic nails (which have all fallen off since I've not had them done since the second or third of November). I'm going to wait on those, until I'm sure that I can afford them.
I sound very spoiled, but I promise I am not.
I need to pack now. And study for English. Fuck.