My cray-cray life and shenanigans

So a lot has happened. I was going to do this in a journal, but technology. So there.

I quit my job at Maximus, the worst workplace ever. I think I might forget someday, so it was a call center for ObamaCare. People were NOT happy at all, let me tell you that. Getting yelled at, being called an idiot, a day in the life. I couldn't take it anymore, and my manager was a fucking jerk.

So I got a job at another call center. This time for a little thing called Proactiv. Ugh. I actually enjoyed it in the beginning, but something happened and I just HATE it now. Anyways, it doesn't really matter now because I quit.

I had to quit call centers because of my back. Apparently I have a herniated disc in the base of my spine and it fucking hurts. Like hell. I can't sit for 8 hours anymore, which kind of sucks because call center are good money. Too bad I hate it. So I just got a full-time gig cashiering at Zamzows. I'm pretty excited A: to be working again; B: to be active, and hopefully I can get better.

I moved out of my sister's house (which was a nightmare) and in with some roommates. They're pretty great. I just feel like they're super social and invite people over all the time and I just want to stay in my room and be by myself instead of socializing. Sometimes I think maybe there's something wrong with me in that aspect.

I went to the doctor recently and she's going to refer to a psychologist. I think it may help, but I'm just really scared. There's a lot of fucked up shit in my head and I'm afraid of what people might say if they knew what I thought about.

Also, I saw this thing on Facebook today called "100 Days of Happiness"or something. Basically you post a picture of what made you happy that day, for 100 days. I'm excited to this because I don't feel happy. Hopefully this will make me realize how good I really have it and make me be grateful.<

Anyways, that's all I can think of for now. More to come later!
#LOVE

Yep.

If I was a lesbian I would be in love with Hayley Williams. But I'm not and boys suck. The end.

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My dad has been seeing someone since my mom passed away last September. 

Her name is Annette and I pretty much hate her guts. She's his dancing partner and the whole situation is just fishy to both me and my sister. 

 Maybe I'd feel better about their relationship if he'd gone to her for comfort after my mom died; but they knew each other for at least a year before it happened. My sister thinks there may have been something going on for maybe a year. That's so hard to think about my mom always talked about how my dad was absolutely the love of her life... I can't imagine its true. But, I have a very strong feeling it is. It just makes me sick to be honest.

Anyways, we've  had a lot of... INTERESTING... confrontations.

(We, referring to Annette, which me and Kyleigh - my best friend - have also nicknamed the Flying Taco. I've grown rather accustomed to the name.)

This taco is more attractive than she is.

Okay. Enough bashing, I guess? Nah.

 First, she took down all my mom's pictures to put up her own. I later found out she did it because she felt uncomfortable... you know what I say to that? Suck it up bitch. You're uncomfortable because you are in the house of a woman that passed away three months ago.

The other night Kyleigh and I were going through bucket list "to-do's," and she came up with the idea to punk the Flying Taco. I said fuck yeah, of course, because first of all she's a bitch, and she deserves it; and second,

Then we were going through other bucket lists and I came across this really weird one... It said "get a weird pet." So I said, "is that a buffalo?" Because there was literally a fucking buffalo in the picture. I swear, the people that make these "epic summer bucket lists" are high on something. When I said that we laughed for literally five minutes. She is seriously my best friend. The kind of person that would help you mess with your dad's new girlfriend. :)

Back to the Flying Taco... literally two days after we decide to punk her she MOVES OUT. And I'm like da fuck? I mean, don't get me wrong! I am absolutely ecstatic that she is moving out... like words can't describe. After everything she did, disrespecting everyone in my life, including my mother; I am so happy. But I wanted me and Kyleigh to punk her so bad!! Haha. It's like she knew or something! Dang her! I came out of my room on Sunday

(This is how I've lived my life since she moved in since I wanna say January-ish. I go in my room, shut the door, and just drown everything out. She cooks dinner for my dad; she never invites me to eat with them) and it was super quiet so I walked around, and all of her stuff was gone. I guess she just got help moving stuff out or something. It just seemed like a really quick decision..

Me and my dad had this conversation a while back about stuff that's going on. Basically, he's moving out of the house and the Flying Taco isn't moving back in with him; but I kind of expected them to just moved out at the same time. He also said he'll probably get a studio apartment when he moves, so... I guess I'll be crashing with Dawn when I come to visit. Fun times ahead!

Well, check it out! I'm doing pretty well so far :)

So I kinda suck at this...

Kyleigh said I should start a blog so we could be blog buddies! So here I go. I've tried this blogging thing in the past and I've only been able to keep at it for like two days, so I'm really gonna super try this time.