The T Sucks

I feel really strange having to sneak around my house at 5 in the morning. Like I shouldn't have to do that. I live with my brother...and his girlfriend. So I'd still feel bad if I made noise and woke them up. Bah. I think I just think that it shouldn't be like that and I should be able to do whatever here. It's my house too. I don't know *exasperation* whatev. I get to see my parents for the first since christmas soon. I think they'll be here the third week of June. Joy of joys...? I think not. It'll be nice to see them, but I wish that was it. My mom will try to push all sorts of her reformed lifestyle onto us...and then we'll all get pissed off at her and want her to leave. So I hope it doesn't happen like that.

But about the T. Stupid Target. So they were supposed to call me back about whether or not my availability worked out with them or not. Well, I get tired of waiting because I seem to be put off a lot when it comes to this kind of thing. So I call and find out that I'm already on the schedule. Oh, gee...that'd be nice to know. You'd think if they want me to work and said they needed to call me back, that they would call me back and tell me I'm on the frickin schedule. Bah! *grumble grumble*

I should just stop staying up till 5 in the morning and my sneaking worries would be gone, but this seems to be the time when everything happens for me. ;_; shaft. On a side note...I hope Jim gets a car soon. It would be cool to see him. --Peace--

...I should get some ninja points for this sneakiness >.<;;