Money sucks. It limits options. But we all love money! =D

I need a second job, but I can’t get a second job because I don’t have a driver’s license or even know how to drive, thanks to my mom. Grr. But I need the money. I want to start supporting myself instead of relying on my mom for everything. But it requires money! If I could get a second job, I could actually start saving money. What for? For my own car! I know which one I want too. New or used, I don’t care I just want that car. =D Dodge Magnum. My mom wants it too, heheh.

James K. Is teaching me to drive, though. =3 And my mom needs to send in for my birth certificate since Ross - my godfather - won’t give me mine. And lost my ID. This seriously sucks. I can’t get my own bank account, I have to share with my mom which means I can’t keep track of my own money. Laaame.

I’d love it if Fairhaven hired me full-time, but I doubt that will happen for quite some time.

More immediate money “problems”…. Well, we’ll call them “issues” since “problems” isn’t quite right. Anyway, these issues center around my being the only one who actually seems to understand that James is not made of money. Though people hear him complain about his lack of it a lot, they never offer him gas money or any sort of reimbursement for driving them all over the frickin’ city. I do, but since neither of us has much money it doesn’t go very far. He makes a shitload more than I do, but he has huge bills to pay. And lots of motorcycle parts to buy for his bike, which cost a lot of money. He knows buying these parts is costing him, but it’s all he really treats himself with. Parts so he can work on his bike and make it more to his liking, which will make him happier when he rides it and it runs the way he wants.

Anyway, we’re all broke so the most we can do is go to the Block and walk around in circles. Lame. And even that costs a shitload of gas money. Plus food money.

So even though I frickin’ love money… I also hate it. Passionately.

Yeah, I’m almost nineteen years old. My birthday is this Friday. It’s a little odd to think about, really. I never pictured myself at this age. I think I’ve mainly been living from year to year. That’s probably a bad thing, I know.

I wasn’t planning on doing much for my birthday. I’m taking Friday off work and just sitting on my [fat] ass at home. My mom says it’s no different from what I usually do… But instead of having an actual birthday party, a friend of mine [Angel] is throwing me a virtual one. Also, there’s a virtual prom that day… I’m so lame I can taste my failure, heh. On Saturday I’m supposed to go to Knott’s Berry Farm, which is this amusement park that beats the crap out of Disneyland but fails in comparison to Six Flags. Anyway, I had four free tickets; two my mom’s and two mine. But my mom wasn’t gonna go, so I got hers. I was planning on taking Tyler, Naomi, James and… well, me.

Unfortunately…

Naomi calls me up late last night and says, “I’m just letting you know, I can’t go to Knott’s.” So I asked what was wrong, ’cause it’s unlike her to pass up something like that. She says, “I just went to the doctor and I have anxiety, I have to take pills to calm myself down. So I can’t go ’cause it’s too much excitement and it’s not good for me right now.”

…….

Bullshit.

So my best friend [and ride] bailed on me. Not to mention I’ve been insanely jealous due to Angel and two other girls who are well… Neh, they like Angel, as do I. But I’m trying my damnedest to be a good girl and not let my bitchy side out. Mainly out of respect for Angel and the fact that I know in this, I cannot win. Basically, this is a reminder of why I don’t usually go after girls. It’s more trouble than it’s worth.

AND MY MOM ISN’T HELPING ANY. D:<

I love ya mom, but seriously. You bug. A lot.

Two more days…

So we all have figured out that I have no life now, right? Well, here’s the proof. What would any normal socially active eighteen year old do on a Friday night? Depending on their preferences, I’d say they’d be out with friends doing something. Generally something illegal. [Of course, legality only comes into play when you get caught, heheh...] So be it partying, kicking back and smoking weed, or just using a five finger discount at the mall… Generally they’re out doing stuff.

But not me! Well, I guess it’s a good thing I’m not doing any of those things [anymore], but it would’ve been nice to get out and wander around with friends or something. But Naomi, my bestie, was busy with her grandparents and there isn’t really anyone else to hang out with… Or at least, there’s the friends I talk to occasionally and I’d feel rather awkward calling them and up and saying, “Hey! It’s Friday! I have nothing to do, wanna hang?”

Now, what really gets me is that instead of doing such a thing, I just sit my ass down in front of the computer and slide on in to my Gaia routine. Which mainly consists of bar hopping virtually. See, there’s a forum called Gaia Commerce in the roleplay section of the forums… That’s for all the bars and night clubs and hotels and whatnot. There’s even a brothel! Is it bad that two of my characters work at this brothel? [Although, yesterday one of them exposed herself in a very hilarious way before walking in on the Brothel Master fapping. Fapping, for those of you who do not know, is masturbation in internet lingo.] Anyway, that’s not the point…

During all this roleplaying of mine, I get a message from someone who seriously wants to see my naked ass. I should’ve expected this since he found me in the Brothel. Go figure. Well, just because my characters are sexually charged whores doesn’t mean I am! Eventually I got him to drop the subject, but only because I mentioned that I’d gotten into an argument with my friend Mario, the frat boy. And this brought on an argument about fraternities, for and against.

Now, I don’t particularly care for fraternities or sororities. I’m aware that they churn out some good people, but the vast majority of those people start out as the popular kids I usually dislike. I dislike the kind of games the girls play, I dislike the style, I dislike the general music favored by them, etc. It’s a big ol’ helping of ‘I DO NOT LIKE YOU.’ But I am also aware that not everyone is the same, so why should I loop them all together? When I first met Mario and found out he was a frat boy, I know some who would’ve been all, “Oh. Ew.” And immediately ignored him. But that would be biased in a way. No, I enjoyed talking to him so I merely mentioned that I dislike that whole scene. Because it is a scene, sort of.

Now this guy, his username and character name is Shadow, automatically said, “Why waste your time? He’s a frat boy. They’re all the same.” And proceeded to go off on some rant about how all those kids care about is sex, partying, and their social status. At first it pissed me off, because I’m well aware that Mario is not like that at all. So I started to defend him. But then he just started spewing some really stupid stuff. Like, whoa. So I do what I never thought I would and actually argued for fraternities and sororities. Odd for me. Though I was really only trying to prove a point.

So this goes on for a while. And then Mario takes over and completely disproves everything Shadow was saying, much to my amusement. But hey, Mario’s a poli sci major. I wouldn’t be surprised if he could argue someone to their deathbed. That kid knows his stuff. Anyway, while this is happening, I’m discussing it with another friend of mine who happens to be the Brothel Master, Angel. And I got a rather amusing idea.

So, I’m kinda chunky. But I’ve wanted to lose the weight for some time now, get back into those size seven jeans I was wearing in like, 10th grade. And I thought, wouldn’t it be so amazingly awesome if I lost all that weight and became one of those girls with an awesome body and joined a sorority… Just to be ME. As in, drive them up the wall. Sit there and play video games, wear jeans and a band tee everywhere, wear as little make up as possible, and kick it with the guys. Because that’s how I roll. Oh, and blare loud Motley Crue music every weekend. xD I’m sure the girls would loathe me. Okay, the guys might think I’m pretty weird too, but I’m fairly certain everyone thinks I’m weird. So that wouldn’t be much different.

It’s like motivation almost… Sort of… A little bit… I totally want to do that now. And when I told my mom, she said she used to say the same thing and never did it. So maybe I’ll do it for both of us. xD

I don’t think she thinks I’ll do it… But I will find a way!

….Tomorrow. xD