Not a Happy Psycho Bunny right now

Mood: Grumpy

Yo. I’m sore from the exercise I did yesterday...but it doesn’t really bother me...unless I’m trying sit down, or get up, or walk.../shrug but since I’ve been moving about as fast as a 3-toed sloth, it hasn’t come up too much.

Dad called home last night and talked to Mom for a while. They talked about the whole ‘moving’ issue again. Mom has wanted to move to Tennessee for ages now. Finally, Dad said that when he retired we’d sell the house and move up there. But since the market for land has been so good lately (everyone from New Orleans that still has money is wanting to buy land here), they were thinking about selling the house now. We were thinking we could move into the A-frame house that we’re renting out for now. Maybe start looking for land up in Tennessee now, and then when Dad retires we can start building and movie. There was also some talk of maybe living in a camper, which I’m not overly thrilled about, but if I must then I must.

The problem is that I’ve heard this talk before, and it’s always played out to nothing. So I really don’t want to focus on it, because it may be nothing. But then I don’t want to just not consider it, because it may be something big that I’ll need to adjust to. That A-frame is small, and any camper we would buy would be even smaller. My room isn’t big as it is, and I’ve got stuff out the wazoo. The idea of possibly loosing that stuff (stuff that I’ve scrimped and saved for and bought with my own money) makes me extremely angry. I’ve told Mom that I wouldn’t mind getting rid of most of the VHS tapes that are in my closet after I make a list of what I have, and clothes that I don’t wear. But Books, DVDs and such are staying. And don’t even consider talking about getting rid of computers or computer games for that matter. It’s the only way I am able to interact with people as it is.

So I’m a bit bummed and a bit cranky (it doesn’t help that I’m surfing the crimson wave), and I’m venting. If we were to move into the A-frame I wouldn’t be bothered. If we were to hurry up and buy land in Tennessee and then begin building so that we could also hurry up and move, I wouldn’t be bothered. But this ‘camper’ talk bothers me. I don’t know about you guys, but the idea of living in that cramped of a space with that little of my stuff around to distract me with my parents constantly...Negative. I love my parents. But I love my space just as much. And I love my distracting junk too, thank you.

I just realized how much I hate it when my mom refers to all my stuff as ‘junk’. I will one day address that with her, but it will not be today. I’m too edgy. I need a Hershey bar or something.

I’m gonna go watch something or read something and try to unwind. Later.

MM

Buzz buzz, says the busy bee

Mood: Busy

Ok, so the day ended better than I thought it would. We went to church, and the preacher preached on “The Things God Hates” basically covering that, oh, so poetic verse in the Bible where it says “There are six things God hates, seven that are an abomination to him”...that’s supposed to be like, poetry or a thing that they did back then or something. Like saying “I love five things, six things I cannot bear to live without!”...make up your mind, dammit. Is if five or six? But whatever right? That’s how they did it back during King James’s day say it must be right...ri~ight. You can just tell I’m being sarcastic, can’t you?

Anyway. Afterward Mom asked me if I wouldn’t mind paying for us to go out to eat. And I didn’t. I’d used up a lot of my money on us, but it wasn’t that big a deal for me really. That’s what I thought at least. I had had $70 in my wallet before Dad left. When I checked my wallet tonight I had $40. Going here and there, and footing the bill for small things adds up to big stuff after a while. But I didn’t really mind. I mean, it was little things like, getting Mom a parfait from McDonalds when she hadn’t asked for one. Because I know she loves them so much, and she’s been feeling so bad recently. But anyway. We went to Taco Bell because What a Burger was closed (they were supposed to be having a deal with the church where we’d go there every night and they’d give a certain amount of the money to charity, but it looks like they might be backing out on us.)

In other news: Mom thinks she may have ‘found me a job’. She and Aunt Batty went to Hancock’s fabric store the other day, and she had mentioned how I had wanted to apply for a job there. Well the Manager says “I’m looking to higher someone and train them to be a manager. Do you think she’d be interested?” Right about now, I’d be interested in selling my eggs to fertility farms! Of course I’m interested! So we shall be going to see about that tomorrow morning, bright and early. And while we were at the Taco Bell, a lady that I went to college with (and love dearly), Mrs. Lottie, told me that if I didn’t end up getting a job soon (or if I could spare the time) she’d be willing to pay me to come in on Saturdays and help her file things. So, if one doesn’t work out at least I’ll have the other.

We’re gonna get up, exercise, get ready, go to that place and apply, head for the Office Max/Depot stores (they have this thing where if you give them empty print cartridges, you get free paper!), and then to the post office and then to the mall...although maybe not in that order. I also wanna go see the Fantastic Four at the Dollar theater and I still haven’t seen it. So I’m gonna be checking on that. I may be poor, but I can still afford the dollar theater.

Oh well, tomorrow will come early (they always do), so I’d better get to bed. Goodnight everyone. Wish me luck.

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