Gyah! I turned TWENTY last Sat. And boy, I never thought that at twenty... I'd be this miserable. I feel old. I still work my crummy job at Macys, and oh my god do I ever want to shoot myself in the head. Its the holidays, and because I tried to pick up an open shift and get 40 hours one week... Well, the week after, I only have 24. After having 37 the past two or three weeks. So once again they are pulling stupid shit! But, that's okay. Let them, in the end, I will have money to pay my bills, even if it takes the wait until Brandon gets his student loan money and then, once we spend what we need out of that, and put the rest away for the big move, I'll be living off his nice fat military pay checks for a while and wont NEED Macys, but, just to be the fucking thorn in their side that I am, I'll still work their till about the time for the move. Oh, and I've decided to go to an online school and drop Paul Mitchell until we are nicely settled in.

On the side note. I know where I am going to try like hell to get a new job.

Good old Barns & Noble. I loves my books. Haha. I need a new book already.

So yeah, life sucks, for the moment, but I know it will get better, its just waiting for the better that's killin me.

Hopefully I wont die of rabies before the better comes.

I got bit by a squirrel the other day. Don't ask.