Oh, gas station bathrooms...

Are You Serious?

On Tuesday, I was running some errands before an appointment I had at 5. So I'm just tootling along down the road in my stupid lemon Ford Focus (patooey!) when I see that my car is mondo overheating.

Phenomenal.

This is the 2nd time in 3 weeks that it's done this (the 1st being on my birthday). I was close to my neighborhood so I call my mom to bring me some water. After instructing her to dump the OJ into something else & fill the jug with water, she shows up with that & a case of bottled water. Oh, mommy.

We fill it up & she gives me her car to make my appointment. All is well, until I'm heading back to her car after the appointment to find that her damn thing won't start.

Are you effing serious?

So I've took out 2 cars in 1 day. We had to get the flipping thing towed because it turned out to be the battery. My car won't be able to go to the shop until Monday. Ultimately, it's all good because we just needed her car to take to Florida for me to move my stuff back because I have officially withdrawn from school down there & will be living in North Carolina now. So we'll see how that goes.

Back to the car thing. My mom's car is a Ford Taurus. It has also had quite a few problems. Never again will we buy Ford.

Before

Just so ya know, my current profile picture is my before-waxing picture. Like my hot bod?

Just Rambling

I went to the library a little while ago to get a book.

I couldn't find a book I wanted so I got 2 movies instead. Because that's a brain-stimulating alternative.

Both are going to be my rewards for finishing this damn independent study paper. Seriously, I'm STILL dicking around with it & I have 2 more assignments to go before the end of the month, on top of finishing all of my admissions junk for Liberty.

Also, here I am getting my chest waxed a few weeks ago when Robyn & Sarah were visiting:

Yeah, we gave up after our failure to make a decent happy trail...

The Plan

So here is the plan as of now: I am not returning to West Palm Beach. Instead, I will be finishing my Master's at Liberty Online. I will be moving to Raleigh or wherever else I can find a job since I won't be held down in 1 place because of school, & life will then be perfect.

We will see....

Basically, I'm waiting to make sure Sam won't bail on me with getting an apartment, because I have a really bad feeling it's gonna happen.

And oh joy! I still have to go back to West Palm Beach to get the rest of my stuff. That's going to be a fun trip.

Seriously

Ok. So this past weekend we moved my dad back from Toccoa, which is good. I made some monies at Applebee's, saw Alexis & her adorable baby, &...yeah that's about it.

We got a really late start on Thursday because Brad & his probably-retarded, definitely redneck brother were supposed to go with us & help & we needed to wait until he got off work. Too bad he didn't go so we wasted a whole day. He didn't go because Sling Blade wouldn't get in the car & pulled a knife on him. So we left without them, with the plan of Brad coming later.

Then we heard nothing from him. In fact, we heard nothing from him until Sunday, I believe. So we (primarily my dad because I'm worthless & my mother has arthritis) loaded the U-Haul on Sunday. I had to drive back Sunday night because they took my bed apart & I had nowhere to sleep. I got Salem to come to Rocky Mount to help unload (thank goodness) & since then, it's just been...stuff. Everywhere. As bad as before. Maybe worse in some rooms.

And it's like I'm the only one who is willing to do anything about it. I'm trying to throw stuff away, move stuff, just...get it out of here. And my mom keeps coming up with excuses why she can't do certain things, why she's saving stuff, blah blah blah. I know it's probably overwhelming but this is beyond ridiculous. I'm going to post pictures soon.

And my dad is doing nothing but making tea & backing her up, which would be nice if it was something that needed back-up. Instead it just seems spineless & is enabling this hot mess more than anything.

And guess what! I bet you'll never guess. They didn't do a damn thing about Brad. If he wants to come over, that's fine. They're still going to go out to eat. The only thing that's different is that they won't be helping him financially (which thank God). I told them I don't want him over if I'm here, they told me this wasn't my business, I told them it was because it still affected me & he sucks, & it just kept escalating so my dad starting talking about a paper that fell off the fridge & I walked out.

I know this isn't my fight, but I don't want him around me. I don't want them dealing with him because he is just a mooch. He owes them so much money, has ruined our furniture & our carpet (I was cleaning out the guest room by myself & had to stop because the cat piss from when he was staying here (for 7 months) & had his cat locked in there was burning my throat), constantly lets them down by bailing on promises, & yet...they're still there!

Dear God, I have to find a place & get out of here.

I was such an attractive child...