I'm so mad I could just burn the neighbors house down!

Actually I'm not that mad. I am pretty upset and frustrated though. I'm trying to get my FASFA sorted out so I have money to go to college in the winter, but I can't figure out how to work the site. Great, which means I have to go to the office for the FOURTH time and argue with them until they actually do their job and help me. More great news is that I may be out of a job soon. The business I clean for is playing around with the idea that they may hire a professional company to come clean for them. Ya know, people who get on their hands and knees to scrub the floors and strip and wax them once a month. I don't know how they plan on paying them, considering they're already in debt and just opened a new building for the lawyers (so at least they won't leave evidence of their drunken parties around the DOCTORS office. Yuck).

I turned in two job applications tomorrow and once I can find time I will escape to my dads house to use his Internet to apply for jobs. Which means I have to work on my resume to; I wanted to do so today but I forgot my flash drive at home. Seems money will have to be saved until I know that I have a steady income. Or until I know my goddamn FASFA went through finally. That way I'll get checks from the school.

CPS called us the other day (Child Protection Services) and they said that we may have to adopt the four grand kids because Jr. and Robyn could be facing jail time for their inability to care for their young. Jr. is ready and willing to give up his children (probably discovered that no woman would date a man with four kids unless her name was Ashley). Jr.'s at least supposedly getting job interviews, where as Robyn is covered in tattoos that she herself made so she looks like a tramp and wears clothes that says she is. She only wanted to apply at bars, so she went down Midland street. But she hasn't heard anything yet. Huh, not even the bars want her. AND she took my damn flip-flops! I said she could wear them around MY house not take them to her cousins house (where they're living in the basement that floods). Well guess where they are? And I'd better get them back or hell will fly!

Alaina got outside yesterday and when she finally decided to come back in she started acting all weird like and she still was this morning; and she even tried to get back outside when I went to leave. Guess I'll have to keep a close eye on her from now on. I'd really hate for that to become her official home, like some select people want her to be. Ugh, so much stress. I just want to cry for a little bit. And beat some kids... at least I'm at delta where I can pick on people my own size. Well off to the office to discuss financial aide AGAIN!!

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Bring back my past hasn't been that difficult, in fact it's kind of a relief to have it back.

I'm stating again that I'm re-doing my closet room thing. I have some of my AOL cd's fastened to the wall and it's turning out really well. My packing skills surprise even myself as I managed to play tetris with my boxes and goodies in my smaller closet. I still have a ways to go; good news is that I've decided where the t.v. will go and that I might just bring home my PS2 from my dads house to hook up. That said, I still need another job. I tried to apply at Halloween Spirit, or Spirit Halloween but they want a resume and that's something that I haven't produced yet. Other than that, there's still the Double Tree Hotel as an option, and I'll be going around to get more apps. soon.

Since I seem to have an issue finding steady work (baby sitting isn't steady work) I've been helping my mom clean the house more than usual. The poor woman was crying telling me how she was basically tired of her life. She brought up that breast cancer comes back every five years (so it's known), and I think she's hoping it does, so she doesn't have to deal with anything anymore, but at the same time doesn't want to because she has her own children's futures to look forward to. R.J., and my children, Cody and Logan graduating high school and Nick finally getting through college (will he ever!?).

Which made me wonder what happened if my mom did, you know. For the past few weeks she's been telling me that when she dies we can sell her stuff, she won't care. A giant yard sale. But it's more deeper than just that. What about her husband? He doesn't own the house we live in, he can't afford it, and neither can Nick. What would happen? Where would I go? I would stay there for as long as I could. Seeing as I don't get kicked out and we can still live there. I can't afford an apartment and my dads house is too small and my rooms not even done yet. Nick could move in with Matt if his apartment was still vacant. Hm. Well, Alaina and I would be fucked. Not like she isn't fucked already, with everyone threatening to kick her out and even kill her. All the cats are in trouble, mostly with my mom's husband. Whom is being an ass to me (he must be reminiscing how he used to treat me with how he treats his grand kids living with us). Sam had the nerve to try and send me a friend request again. Last year I left him in the past permanently and the only reason he wants back is because it's football season and he knows he'll see me. Let it be awkward, it won't be the first time.

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