Master Plan

Well, things might be turning out okay. Like in my video, I got my old job back and while there are pretty slim pickings as far as shifts go, I managed to grab one for tomorrow and another for next week. It's not much, but it's a start, and I'm hoping to take whatever I can get my hands on.

This happened at a good time, too. Not that earlier wouldn't have been nice. It's just that I don't think I'll be able to live at my house any longer without something awful happening. My mom and other family members are really grating on my nerves. They believe I'm wasting my life and making all sorts of awful, terrible decisions, and they're not afraid to let me know all about it. My mom still uses words like "inappropriate," which people only use when they think you're nothing but dirty, uncultured scum. She always wants to "discuss some things" with me. But every single time that happens, absolutely nothing good comes from it. She just makes me mad, more than anything else in the world. She has this weird ability to completely set me off and make me lose my cool, and it's really unfortunate that she also happens to be my mother. So she thinks I just fly off the handle at anything that moves, when that's really not true--it just seems like it sometimes because lately I've been seeing a lot of her.

So I'd like to move out. I need to move out, ASAP. I've proven to both her and myself that I can take care of myself, provided I have the money, and that's been scarce lately, but now that I have work again... I might be okay. If I can pick up a lot of shifts. I might also need to look for another part time job (oh joy) to make up the difference, but I really hope it doesn't come to that again. What a mess.

My family thinks I have no master plan, but I do. First: save up as much money as I can until I am on the borderline of murdering everyone in my house. Then, it's time to move out. At about the same time, I'd like to marry Rachel. That way, I can say "shove off" to anyone who might still have a problem with us (like my family, for instance). We'll live together in a little apartment while we both work. Then, when we have some money saved up, I'll go back to school and hopefully succeed this time. Eventually, I'll earn a degree, which I'll use to hopefully land a nice career-type job, rather than a "I just need money" job. Once we start making more money, Rachel and I will start having kids and start our family. And, well... the rest is history, I guess. We'll do our best to be good parents and hopefully stay away from some of the same things our parents put us through. I think if we remember these things and make a point of avoiding them, we'll be successful. I want to raise a family where my kids will always feel welcome, loved, and accepted, NO MATTER WHAT. Not one where they get ragged on every time they walk through the door and feel hated.