Parents

Okay. Now that I've finally set up the wireless internet at my parent's, I can finally blog. ON THE MACBOOK THAT I FIXED ALL BY MYSELF! I'm really proud that I managed to take apart this thing and put it back together. I did end up with about 6 extra screws. I have no idea how that happened. BUT. The screen works with no pixel blood and for the most part I have a fully functioning laptop.

People keep asking me how I'm liking living at my parent's house again. Here's the answer. I fucking hate it and I really don't want to talk about it outside of saying "well, I'm hardly ever home so it's not that bad". It is bad. Its fucking awful. I don't like, respect, or get along with these people at all. My mother is obnoxious. My brother is exceedingly stupid (and glued to either the PC or the xbox). My stepdad does nothing but chainsmoke, smoke weed, and play video games. I don't know what I would do if I didn't have my car. Probably kill myself. Or attempt to live at The Boy's friend's house as well. So please, if you read my blog, take that as all the information you're going to get. I don't want to talk about it, because talking about it means I have to admit that I actually cohabitate with these people. I'd just prefer not to go there. Thank you.

As far as anything else in my life, I pretty much do nothing but work these days. I'm looking for a new job(s). I love love love volunteering at the Humane Society. More on that in a future blog. Right now, I have to come up with something to do that will get me out of the house now that my family is home. Bye.