Whoo, a real update.
Okay, so, today I will update myself instead of being a lazy-pants.
I haven't had much daytime online recently. I'll be off again soon to continue cleaning and packing. We're on the long haul right now because mom has to go back to work on Monday, and it'll be much more difficult to get everything done while she's working.
We don't know where we're going to live yet. We've been searching and nothing perfect has turned up, though there are many options. It's really hard to give up the perfect house and property for something small that can't accomodate our pets. Or us. It'll be weird sharing a bathroom with Kevin, I haven't shared a bathroom with my brothers in five years. O_o;; It's kind of creepy.
Mostly we're painting, staining, and cleaning the carpets at the moment. We already organized everything so that we don't have too much superfluous crap to throw out when we really start packing. We're scared about selling the house because the nation's sell rates have absolutely PLUMMETED. California's rates fell 25%. Hopefully some rich folk will come and take our house for a hefty price and treat the house right... Frankly, I don't want to give it up to some New Yorkers or some shit that don't give a crap about the house.
I have to give up my pets at least temporarily. Susan zeh therapist will take three of the cats, Carole will take the chickens, and maybe the ducks, but it's very likely that I will have to give my geese to a rescue association for good. Fry, Sarge, and Ling Ling. It hurts something fierce. The three cats that are going are probably Rei, Kirra, and Orac (or Fai instead of Orac, since Fai is Kevin's cat and Orac is mine, but I also have Simba.) Panther and Simba are staying for certain. The dogs are also staying for certain.
I need to just hang out with friends once mom gets back to work. You know, don't even have to do anything, just hang out. I might die of sadness and lonliness otherwise.
It's going to be hard for me to drive and get a job--I'm so scared, it's not even funny. Plus with starting in a new school, DAMN. Dad is a fucktard.
I haven't had much daytime online recently. I'll be off again soon to continue cleaning and packing. We're on the long haul right now because mom has to go back to work on Monday, and it'll be much more difficult to get everything done while she's working.
We don't know where we're going to live yet. We've been searching and nothing perfect has turned up, though there are many options. It's really hard to give up the perfect house and property for something small that can't accomodate our pets. Or us. It'll be weird sharing a bathroom with Kevin, I haven't shared a bathroom with my brothers in five years. O_o;; It's kind of creepy.
Mostly we're painting, staining, and cleaning the carpets at the moment. We already organized everything so that we don't have too much superfluous crap to throw out when we really start packing. We're scared about selling the house because the nation's sell rates have absolutely PLUMMETED. California's rates fell 25%. Hopefully some rich folk will come and take our house for a hefty price and treat the house right... Frankly, I don't want to give it up to some New Yorkers or some shit that don't give a crap about the house.
I have to give up my pets at least temporarily. Susan zeh therapist will take three of the cats, Carole will take the chickens, and maybe the ducks, but it's very likely that I will have to give my geese to a rescue association for good. Fry, Sarge, and Ling Ling. It hurts something fierce. The three cats that are going are probably Rei, Kirra, and Orac (or Fai instead of Orac, since Fai is Kevin's cat and Orac is mine, but I also have Simba.) Panther and Simba are staying for certain. The dogs are also staying for certain.
I need to just hang out with friends once mom gets back to work. You know, don't even have to do anything, just hang out. I might die of sadness and lonliness otherwise.
It's going to be hard for me to drive and get a job--I'm so scared, it's not even funny. Plus with starting in a new school, DAMN. Dad is a fucktard.