Well, it kind of looks like I might get a chance to get one of two different jobs on campus. My friend works as a graduate research assistant for the Intelligence and National Security department, it's what he and his boyfriend are getting their master's degrees in. And apparently there is a potential opening as an office manager, which the description to me reads Office Bitch, or as a needed grad student to work in another project opening up about social media, which sounds pretty interesting. So hopefully one of those pans out, I'd be fine with either of them because it would be a paying job, and more importantly, it would get me out of the house the other 3 days of the week that I don't have class. Which would be awesome considering the war zone my house has become. My brother and his 4 children were forced to move back in and my parents are making his and my lives a living hell because of it. My sister is still fine because the bitch has always been their obvious favorite and despite flunking out of college 4 times and being a raging alcoholic. Of course, not only would it get me out of the house, but one of these jobs would let me save some money to eventually get out of this hellhole and these fucking people. So here's hoping that I can actually get one of the jobs. I've met the boss already, he's a cool guy, I was actually invited to a cookout at his house a few weeks ago, so hopefully that'll mean something when the job comes up.
Other news... well, after a long conversation with my brother a few days ago I realized that my parents know absolutely nothing about me, and that I kind of hate them as people. Don't get me wrong, they're my parents, I love them, I always (unfortunately) will. But I really fucking hate them. The only member of my family that I would still talk to if we weren't related is my brother. I actually consider him one of my friends.
Sorry, apart from the potential job this ended up being another fairly depressing blog. You know, I should really try to sleep. I have class tomorrow. But damn it all, I just don't feel like it. Trying to sleep gives me too much time to think and just ends up depressing the hell out of me.
Side note, I did start writing again. A horror story that I really hope I'm able to do justice. The way I thought about it honestly creeped the hell out of me. I just don't know if I have the ability to properly express it on the page. Only time will tell I suppose. Of course, it's hard to continue working on it with all the reading I have to do. Maybe I'll lose a bit more sleep and try to write some more before bed...