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Oh...where should I start? Good news (the smidge there is...), or bad news (of which there's an assload). Bad news? Okay, sure, here comes the fun....

TJ comes dowstairs this morning, I can faintly hear Pat cheering upstairs. Turns out that we've got 30 days to find a job and a place to live. Fucking wonderful. So, we decide to get up and go get the apartment application back to the office over there. We take my grandma to...somewhere to see about her utilites and stuff. She gives us $5 for gas. Whee.

I'm seriously sick of this shit. I don't want to be a charity case. I've been that all my fucking life. I hated it then, I'll hate it now. And everyone keeps telling us "Oh! There's jobs somewhere around you.". Sure. Right. In shithole Warren, Ohio there's a job to be found. Not even the fast food places are hiring. I put in an appliaction at Burger King, called back and they said that they call people for interviews. Did I ever get a call? Nope. My mom says that all the resturants on the strip are hiring, so we may go out there. That's not guaranteeing anything though.

I'm waiting for my grandma to call back so we can pick her up...

On a lighter, much cute note, Scarlette had her puppies last night. 7 or 8 of 'em. No fawns though. :P Bah. I could hear 'em whimpering and making all kinds of cute noises. Wai!

Oh yeah. I ate half of a Ding Dong that was moldy last night. I was eating the chocolate around it, and bit into a piece and saw this green fuzzy stuff. TJ started mocking me. :P Uncool. >_<

I seriously don't know what we're going to do, though. I hope I get a child support check soon. And I hope something good happens with the apartment. I think it's fucked up that Pat hasn't even tried to help us find somewhere to go. It's like she just thinks we'll happily go back to live with our parents or whatever and all will be peachy. And I won't let TJ go back and live with her mother. And suffer through all that shit again. Nope. Like TJ said, she's rather live in her car than go back and live with her mother. And we dont' want to stay at my mom's house. I mean, even if we did have the whole attic and were excluded from the rest of the people in the house. But Bud's not working cause his clumsy ass got a concussion. And my mom's looking for a job. The only person I actually tolerate in that house is Robert. Cause he's quiet and usually stays in his room. And I don't know if my mom would make us start paying rent straight off. I doubt it... I just don't know what to do.

TJ's adding more fuel to the fire. ^_^ Pat's big thing is about how we never paid rent. Ummmmmmmmm...HELLO?! Um, TJ was in school when she first started staying over here. And I'm like the freakish house guest that never leaves. There was never a conversation about rent. She just got like that recently since she's had the little bitch girls to foucs her attention on. Like TJ says, if THEY didn't have somewhere to stay shes probably kick US out so they could stay here. And we're not bad non-paying tenants. We try our best to clean up everything when we're upstairs. Sure, the basement's usually a raving mess, but it's not garbage or anything like that. Just...clutter. And she's not in the basement that often anyways. And I usually clean all the skillets and stuff when I cook. Try to keep things where they go and all. Sure, I miss a pan or something every now and again, but nobody's fuckin' perfect. Jeezus.

So no we're cleaning downstairs, trying to pack some shit up so we'll be ready when we either a.) get a place or b.) are out on Ore asses LIVING IN A VAN BY THE RIVER! >_< I at least want to live near a river that catches on fire occasionally. Warm.

Anyways, I should go now. Gotta go pick up my grandma and get a paper from the court. Warg....

I'm scared.

Not for myself, but for TJ. We went and got my grandma and dropped her back off. I checked her mail, and turns out that I got a check from the child support. $44.73. Not bad. So I had to wait for my grammy to find the bank card and stuff. Then, we had to run down to the court, which we though closed at 5PM. Wrong. TJ comes back to the car, throws her ID at me and says "Thanks for making me wait". I'm like, "I'm sorry, I didn't know when it closed!". So she takes me to cash the check and we drive back home in silence and we get home, and I go to take the faceplate off the stereo, and she grabs the case, grabs her bag and hands me the keys. And she tells me to go inside. I ask her where she's going and she shrugs. I ask her what's wrong and she shrugs. I ask her if she promises she'll be baxck soon. And she says yes. So at least I can hold her to that. I just wish she'd had told me where she was going. Or just said "I need some time alone", or something. Maybe I'm worrying too much.... I just hope she's okay.

She's still not home...

..and I haven't heard from her.. -_- I'm still worried fucking sick.

Between cleaning some more, I scanned up some stuff that I did last night/early this morning. Messenger Marou, TJ's M3 character. Phoenix, wearing Kyle's clothes. ^_^ And a cute pic of Shira. There's some other miscellaneous stuff at my VCL gallery that I didn't feel like posting, as well. Oh! and the Otty/Manga Party pic that I did. ^_^

I hope she's okay... -_-

I hate this..

I'm sick to my stomach not knowing where she is or what she's doing. I keep jumping up and running upstairs whenever I hear something near the door upstairs. It hurts me not to know where she is. It hurts me to know that I'm not her shoulder to cry on and that for some reason, I can't help her out. I hate that. I hate not being able to help a friend. I hate having to sit her and wonder if she's okay. If she's sitting in the car somewhere crying her eyes out...alone. With no one to comfort her or be there. Fuck...now I'm crying. I hate being so over-emotional. I never used to be like this. I used to bottle everything up and all would be fine. Now, I cry and the drop of a dime, and mostly regarding TJ. -_- I just want things to work out. I want her to be happy. I want us to have and apartment and jobs. i want all this shit to stop. It's fucking sickening. I want it to all go the fuck away.

*whew*

TJ did come back, like she said. She was in a much better mood when she returned. She'd went to see Shawn and they'd went out to Austintown cause Shawn knew somewhere out tehre that was hiring. He bought her a carnation to cheer her up. All together now, awwwwwwwwwwww! ^_^ Went to Tops and bought groceries and got one of the card thingies that saves you money and all. Bought and assload of food for $30. Like, twice as much as we buy from Save-a-Lot. And, somehow, for less. I gots more ramen! :9