I really should've done this sooner. Date stamping this way the fuck up there so I can keep track of it.

"Censorship is telling a man he can't have a steak just because a baby can't chew it."
-- Mark Twain

( Fox's Banned Book Checklist )

The part-time park service position in El Paso has gone up from $10/hr to $11.88/hr. Awfully tempting. But I'm going to wait. I think my resume could be beefed up by working at TPS for a year, since I've held so many short-term positions recently. Once everyone's finances get straightened out, I'll decide if I want to try a year or so in El Paso. It's a long drive and not a very nice city...but if it'll get me into the park service, it might be worth it. But first I need to pay off my bills some more and see what the fuck my parents are doing. Right now none of us have the money to drive my ass across the fucking state.

Mmmmmmmmmmmm...El Paso is near Marfa. (Well, nearer than I am now, anyway. Near in Texas means "within several hundred miles of.") And Ft. Davis. And Guadalupe Mtns. and Carlsbad. If I move to El Paso, stainedfeathers, we are totally going to Marfa to see the Marfa Lights. I <3 Marfa. Marfamarfamarfaaaaa!

EDIT: And then we can go caaaaaaaaaaampiiiiiiiiiiing...Camping, Falc, camping? yesyes?

Tomorrow I put the deposit down on my new apartment. I get it at a discount because there's a huge stain on the carpet in the living room.

Now I just need a job...

So today my dad told me that my mom wanted to talk to me. I went into her room, and she told me to sit down, and that she was kicking everyone out. I said "Well, good, cause I was planning on moving out, anyway." She offered to help me pay for the deposit/first month's rent and to give me a hand if I needed it.

Then I came in my room to eat my dinner and type this, and I heard this come from the living room.

"Fox said she'd already been looking for apartments."
"Oh, really? When did she start?"
"Probably when you blew up at her."

My mother really can read minds, sometimes.

So now Operation GTFO is public and in full fucking swing. I'm applying at the grocery tomorrow as well as talking to the manager of the complex I want to live in.

Woot! I will be moving out on the first.

"When it has chowed itself down all the way to its head (which is, itself, doing the chowing-down) it will very closely resemble my lifespan."

Anyone happen to know where the fuck this quote comes from? I swear I found it on the internet, but a google search turns up nothing.

I love having good credit.

Car's refinanced for twenty-five a month less, but the loan is extended six months. I over pay it, anyway, so I'm not worried about that bit. And the twenty-five less will give me more flexibility if I need some extra cash one month.

And then I got a quote on full coverage for the car, almost half of what I was expecting. And I might end up keeping health insurance...just switching to something different. If I can keep it below sixty bucks a month, I'll go for it. Anything more than that isn't going to fly.

And the people in my house need to get their own fucking internet-capable devices. They're going to be up shit creek when I move out.

God I love armadillos. At least when they aren't squished into Xenarthran pancakes.

They're just so adorable and unassuming...you walk right up to them and they just root around in the dirt. If it weren't for the fact that about two percent of the population carries leprosy, I'd pick one up and cuddle it. Although, come to think of it, the claws are a great deterrent to the cuddling as well.

I WANT TO PET ONE.

I did totally pet a rough green snake the other day, though. He was cute too.

Listening to my father and my sister talking in the living room.

"Don't vote for that n*****! You vote for that old white guy, that's what we've been doing for hundreds, thousands of years. Anyone who votes for that n***** can just get the fuck out of this house."

How fortunate...that's exactly what I intend on doing. Only I don't intend on waiting around until after I vote.

Plan Get the Fuck Out has already been set in motion. Step One: get a second job. I'm applying to a local chain retailer first, and then a chain grocery second. The first is a maybe, the second is almost a given. Tuesday the car is supposed to be refinanced in my name. Once I get said second job, I'm breaking it to my parents, dropping my health insurance, and signing the lease.

Going back to two jobs and being broke as all fuck is gonna suck. But this house and the whole limbo-feeling that comes with having all my shit in storage has screwed up my head. The hypothetical career job isn't forthcoming. I've been sending out applications almost constantly to all different types of jobs, all over the place, and you figure I would've at least scored an offer for the Clerk I job. Seriously.

So I'm out of this dump. Time to move on. I'll keep trying for a job, but I'm not going to wait around for one to rescue me like I'm some storybook damsel in distress. Fuck that shit.

I want to make a tamago sandwich. Unfortunately, the internet is full of tamago sushi. I did not like tamago sushi, Sam-I-Am.

I suppose I have to stick with old-fashioned egg salad.

Boo.

I is learning to budget properly. Got myself a little Excel spreadsheet opened up, paycheck put in, bills put in, trying to figure out where all my money goes. Trying to budget so I don't run out of money and I know exactly how much I have to put into savings, etc.