I lied.

I guess I won't be keeping up with this blog daily after all. I just have a horrible attention span. Yeah, that's it.
Speaking of which might I start by stating how utterly sucks it is to be uneployed? It's one of the most horrible things in the world. I mean, really. I'm sitting in my room ON A FRIDAY NIGHT. It's cold as if hell froze over but if I try to dig the heater from my closet I start an avalanch and well...I don't really want to spend saturday cleaning. But I'm here crocheting, blogging, reading fanfiction (who said anything about MLP fanfiction, huh?) and watching youtube for episodes of MLP that I haven't seen. Also I guess I keep pretending that I'm not into the show.

That's another lie. I'm totally hooked. Just not obsessed to the point of "OMG DERPY HOOVES" yet.

Above all I keep wishing my netflix was available.
I miss my netflix account. Sigh.

I'm really super hungry. But the food is downstairs. Curse me for being so damn lazy.
(screw being lazy. pizza rules).

But anyway, yeah back to the unemployment thing. I really need a job. I'm planning on moving in a few months. June is going to be hell on me. Especially since both my parents birthdays are that month, Father's day is that month, and Mother's day is the month before. I'm cringing just thinking about it....


But I may just end up making Mom's gift special. Y'know a basket full of chocolate covered strawberries and such.

But Daniel and I are planning on moving to Dallas early August or late July. At least until we both have enough saved and a job.

Idk, I'm just worried. I mean I have to keep track of my bills, as well as birthday gifts as well as saving money. Oh boy.

Remember the short attention span thing? Well, it's related so...

My father is one of the biggest problems in my life right now. Basically he's made me the family fuck up even though he manipulates the entire situation. Like, right now if he read this he'd be like "You are blaming everyone but yourself yadayadayada HOWDAREYOU".

I need to get the hell away from this house.


It's even worse, that he's now lying to Mom about situations. For instance, we were on the phone about personal buisness while he was at work. When he answered I was irritated yes, but because of what I was calling about not at him. It was when he said "Well, if you weren't so..." was when I was just like "...". Then he continues to rant about a tangent subject and just bitch and bitch and bitch as if it were my fault that this happened. So when I told him he needed to get off of his high horse, he started at me. First he was like "Are you fucking kidding me. I can't hear you over the rain because I thought I heard..."


I called my mom stressed out after I hung up on him. She seemed to be on my side.

Just now when I came back upstairs from talking to her (Yayyyy pizza) I discovered that she had talked to my dad like she promised but he MANIPULATED THE WHOLE SITUATION.

He kept it as though I was irritated and hung up. He LIED when she asked him about the cursing part and the bullying part. Oh. My. Fucking. God.

I can't deal with this anylonger. I need to get the hell out. I plan on it. I'm determined.

I'm a bit freaked out. But still. I really am dreaming of all things Dallas. To be honest, the initial idea of another roommate scared me. But I'll be on the lease this time. This time it'll be the right time.


I guess now I'm just going to continue pretending I don't like MLP and finish off my Friday night. I have no idea what's to come the rest of this weekend. Hopefully a phone call saying I have an interview as a host.

Ugggh, I hate being unemployed.

Listening to: Skrillex