Online or in pen, I haven't written anything meaningful in a while (not to say this will be any better than what I usually write out.) Its been about six months since my last entry, and so much (and so little) has changed. Now a junior, now sixteen, and now on my second job. Still bored, still single, and still sick.

Never joke that your broke until you finally are. I found out today if my dad doesn't get the money he's owed (about eight grand), everything in our apartment might be shutting off. As much as this worries him, I'm not that afraid. I might be full of contradictions and I might be hypacritical, but I am not afraid of losing everything unimportant. But I am afraid of losing everything that means something to me. Phones & Cable? no. Computer? no. My dad might feel guilty, but I shouldn't let him. If truth prevails, this might never happen. If it does, ...I think I'll be ready.

ramble ramble ramble.

Not much has differed from my last entry, including my social life, relationships, grades, health and what not.

Today I got a job at stop and shop. Dealing with customers shouldn't be too bad. Strangers and customers, like everyone else you know, have their problems, worries, and ups and downs. If they give you a hard time (hopefully) they aren't like that all the time, and are just having a shitty day. Maybe not. If I do snap at a customer, all they will receive from me is my witty, monotone sarcasm.

Anyways, none of this is too important.