A new thing. Another life change.
I plan five years into my future, and that plan changes at least 6 times every month. Here's the latest shift:
I found a Baptist college that was cheaper than UTSA and boasted a 100% pass rate for the teacher's exam. Told Dad about it because I wasn't sure about going to a religious school. I don't know what he heard, but he just snapped. He started throwing things and yelling at me that I couldn't make up my mind, I change too fucking much. He called me a bitch, stupid, said I was high maintenance. He said he was done with me, he didn't want to know anything about me anymore. And of course, the icing on the cake was his declaration: "I MEANT EVERY DAMN WORD. AND I'M NOT SORRY FOR IT. I'M NOT APPOLOGIZING!"
So from this, my life plans have gone from sticking it out here and getting teacher certified to leaving as soon as possible. I put in a request to be deployed with AAFES to Iraq. I'll be trained as an assistant manager and be able to earn up to $33,000 in six months working 60hr weeks oversees. Granted I'll have to be flown into base on a black hawk, but no AAFES employee has been killed because of the war yet. I guess flipping burgers isn't really a national threat to the Iraqis. Justin says if I don't get the post, then I should move in with him up at Red River. I change my own mind so much, and I have so much logic to back up each decision. So I told Justin he should make up my mind for me -at least when it comes to where the fuck I'm supposed to go to escape this hell-hole. Every one else has moved out. Ash, Danielle, Annika, and Alex. Why did I have to move back in with my parents? I love Mom and Gene to death, but Dad is driving me to homicide. I kid you not, I was thinking *would it really be so bad to go to jail for killing him? I can plead insanity...* the whole time he was yelling.
I can stop going to school for a while -after I get my associates. It won't be so bad. I just hate small town life. But anything's better than staying in the same house as that monster.
I found a Baptist college that was cheaper than UTSA and boasted a 100% pass rate for the teacher's exam. Told Dad about it because I wasn't sure about going to a religious school. I don't know what he heard, but he just snapped. He started throwing things and yelling at me that I couldn't make up my mind, I change too fucking much. He called me a bitch, stupid, said I was high maintenance. He said he was done with me, he didn't want to know anything about me anymore. And of course, the icing on the cake was his declaration: "I MEANT EVERY DAMN WORD. AND I'M NOT SORRY FOR IT. I'M NOT APPOLOGIZING!"
So from this, my life plans have gone from sticking it out here and getting teacher certified to leaving as soon as possible. I put in a request to be deployed with AAFES to Iraq. I'll be trained as an assistant manager and be able to earn up to $33,000 in six months working 60hr weeks oversees. Granted I'll have to be flown into base on a black hawk, but no AAFES employee has been killed because of the war yet. I guess flipping burgers isn't really a national threat to the Iraqis. Justin says if I don't get the post, then I should move in with him up at Red River. I change my own mind so much, and I have so much logic to back up each decision. So I told Justin he should make up my mind for me -at least when it comes to where the fuck I'm supposed to go to escape this hell-hole. Every one else has moved out. Ash, Danielle, Annika, and Alex. Why did I have to move back in with my parents? I love Mom and Gene to death, but Dad is driving me to homicide. I kid you not, I was thinking *would it really be so bad to go to jail for killing him? I can plead insanity...* the whole time he was yelling.
I can stop going to school for a while -after I get my associates. It won't be so bad. I just hate small town life. But anything's better than staying in the same house as that monster.