I'm going off on modern art rants in somebody else's journal. Make me stoooooop.

...I really should go see about getting into NKU and going into art history, shouldn't I.

So, getting out of the house? One big mess of fail, so far.

One bright spot, though - Cathy's agreed to let me move in with her. Eventually.

Am posting from Sitwells, where I've gone to regroup after finding out I might have a chance at getting work with a nonprofit here in Cincinnati.

Still alive, yeah.

Urge to kill... rising....

I need to get out of here.

She doesn't want me to, my mother I mean. THinks I should stay. I can't, damn it. I can't.

Please, god, tell me I can tell them I don't want to do this anymore....

Quick update to let y'all know I'm still alive.

Currently in French class, actually.

Peace, love, and donuts; don't let the bedbugs bite; I'M GONNA WIN THIS RACE!!!1

Over the next few weeks I'm going to be moving out of my house, spending a good chunk of the time at internet-less relatives' houses before I get into an apartment. Things have come to a head with my father, and I need to get the fuck out of Dodge. I may be able to post from school, but considering I need to get my act the hell together or else I'm ( Read more... )

I have one thing to say.

HOLY CRAP LENALEE IS FUCKING BADASS!

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I have done nothing today. Nothing.

Didn't get packages sent, didn't get to the bank... just existed without a purpose. Weather's so beautiful I couldn't really do anything else. I do feel bad about sending things, but... pretty weather~

And hey, Rikki: Easter Day 2085 = April 15. (Wow, I guess Don really did have to call in the Triad. XD)

Happy Easter.

I want to raze this house while all the people I have blood ties to and detest are in one place within it.

Seriously, are they so dense as to not realize that yes, I HAVE TO WORK ON HOLIDAYS? After the whole "working on Christmas Eve" thing?