Smidge Of An Update

Things appear to be settling down some. Work is going moderately well. I'm done training pretty much & my first shift as a "real person," as we call it, is Monday. This week I'm working 22 hours, so I'll be making that money (not really). School is going, too. My credits were finally evaluated & 5 of my classes (the max that will transfer) transferred. The people in there are pretty conservative, too. Which duh, it's Liberty University. But it's not making me look good because my discussion post is probably being viewed as radical to all of those straight-party ticket voters. So this is gonna be fun.

I haven't talked to my parents in a few days. It's been nice. They just bring me unneeded stress. My mom has turned into an entitled shrew who bullies my dad & refuses to do anything beyond the bare minimum because life didn't turn out the way she wanted & my dad is completely spineless when it comes to standing up to her but treats me like crap. I was only there for about 2 hours last Saturday & it stressed me out so much. My mom told me before I moved she would get rid of all the extra furniture before Thanksgiving but has made no efforts to do so. So I'm thinking about not going home for it. It's not a big holiday to me anyway, & it won't really be fun to stand at the kitchen counter & eat while they sit on the couch or in a chair because there isn't enough room to set up the damn dining room table.

On another note, I saw the unicyclist yesterday. Word.

Attention Whore

The other day my roommate told me about seeing a guy riding a unicycle on campus. "Ok," I thought, "Someone is obviously trying to get attention."

Well ladies & gents, I have seen this famed man & his unicycle. Not once, but twice today. And I still think he's just trying to get attention because seriously, who the hell rides a fucking unicycle as their primary mode of transportation. Especially on a road with as many hills as mine.

Now that I am aware of his existence I'm thinking about turning his sightings into a game I play with myself (one is the loneliest number, after all).

On another note, I got a call-back for my next interview at Caribou for tomorrow. Holla atcha boi!