grr.

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So right now I'm still a little ticked off about a couple of minor things that probably shouldn't be bothering me, but heck with it. I'm ripped and I'm going to talk about it. I don't know how much I've really talked about this here or whatever but Dad's been going to this craptastic little church where the average age is like...77, including the pastor. I'm the entire "young person" population and I've been taken there since Easter of this year. Well last week I went up to visit my peoples and got away from going for the week, and then I went yesterday and the pastor goes into this whole "we want you to feel welcome", and "we want you to feel like this is your home church" and his BS just kept going on. Then he asks "Is the name Trevor?". Yeah, THAT did it. There's one thing for me to not want to be there, but the least you can do is get my damn name right! Hell, the church I identify with, THEIR pastor has an average congregation of around 300 and he can name just about everyone. But this place? I'm not "Travis" to these people. I'm just "Curt's son". Another body in the pews that they hope will keep going there. Well F that. First chance I have, I'm out of there. Hell, I might not go next week, just to make a point. Yes, I'm being petty and angry and I really don't care.

Other than my little tirade up there, about the only thing I know is I've got an interview tomorrow in an office. Nothing grand but whatever. It's 10-11.50 per hour if I get it, so that's enough to keep me in comics and such for a while. And if I'm lucky maybe a place of my own or something. Tonight I've gotta go figure out what I'm wearing as far as dress clothes, so that's just going to make this even better. *Insert eye roll here*.

All right. I'm out of here.