Jul 05, 2008 16:24
I've been at my parents house for two days (and not even whole days at that) and I'm already going insane. Talk of money stresses me out so much. I wish my mother wouldn't confide in me about how she doesn't know what she's going to do about her money situation.
Kyle has been extremely frustrating lately. Christina introduced us all to Kendra (who is half black like Kyle - they could pretty much be twins), and since that day the two of them have been absolutely, annoyingly inseparable. He's changed his personality so much around her. After three or four days he told her he never wanted to live another day without her. I'm all about love at first sight, but let's not be ridiculous. Kendra just got out of a two year relationship two months ago, and Kyle has never had a real girlfriend before. They're little assholes to everyone. Kyle randomly throws little fucking fits about stuff he normally wouldn't, and he's extremely passive aggressive. He got mad about something last night but wouldn't tell us what crawled up his ass and died. I could fucking kill both of them. I'm never going to be able to talk to him about it, either. "Kyle, since you've started dating Kendra you've turned into a huge asshole. I miss my friend." Nope. He'll immediately shut me out and he and Kendra will just continue their happy little puppy love bullshit, excluding everyone. I can't even talk to Michael about it because he's not there half the time and he's in denial. Kyle is nicer to him, too. I fucking hate my life.
I hate being pent up in this house. I have nowhere to go, though, nothing to do. I keep missing Alex's phone calls and it would be really nice to hang out with her, I think. I miss all you guys. I could use some hang time with me long time school friends. It would be grounding and comforting.
My little sister saw a commercial for America's Next Top Model auditions at Potomac Mills next Sunday and said she's going to make me go. That will be interesting.
My job is going well. It gets really boring at times, but I can't really complain for how much I make. I get left alone to read or play Solitaire for 15 bucks an hour most of the time. It's a pain in the ass to drive up there and back everyday, but even with it being a slight pain in my ass it's a lot better than I first anticipated. It's nice to work in the real world with intelligent people who give me the benefit of the doubt and don't doubt my intelligence.
In other news, I am an expert at Guitar Hero and I'm ready to go back to school.
family,
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friends,
depression