The other day I hit a car. Dear Lord why?
Don't you like it when bad things happen right after the other? First I go to Arizona, which in itself is good, except for the fact that I spent a lot of money. I get back and my alternator dies. Awesome. 400 bucks down the drain. I hit someone. As far as I could tell I didn't do any damage to his car except for a crack in his bumper. but my car on the other hand has a nice bent hood, fucked up left turn signal, and oh! I went to go to the bank this morning....and the fucking thing wouldnt start! What the fuck?! If it's my alternator I"m going to flip the fuck out on those fuckers that fixed it.400 dollars and a week later it's fucked again? Kill myself.

Any good news? Well, some bitter sweet, anyway. I've lived in Maryland for two years going on three. Moved here from Arizona with (as well as my parents), high hopes and expectations. Needless to say the state fell a little short. I'm actually pretty okay here. Except for the fact that I'm always homesick...I mean I have friends here but it's obviously not the same. And I hate the fucking winters here. Bitter ass cold. Blech. It's actually my mother that's really unhappy here. And not for good reason. All she's been doing the last two years is fixing up two houses. She's really lonely and is upset that she can't finish school here (something with the university and not transfering credits).
So for the past half year, maybe, my stepdad has been putting in applications within the government in states like California, Texas, and think Florida. Well, he got a call from Texas and had his interview. He said it went very well, and that was only reinforced by further calls with them asking for updated phone numbers for his old bosses. So basically, he says, since they are going through all of the trouble of getting his sources, they're really interested. The next step is for him to go down for an actual interview which is only a technicality (sp), as in he's hired.
So if he get's hired we'd probably be leaving at the end of August. I have mixed feelings about this.
1. I'm happy to be going back to the part of the country where I feel more at home, which is also a LOT closer to my friends and family, and where I"ll be going to school.

2. I hate change. After moving so much one would think that I'd be used to it by now. I guess it's not a big deal. I'm older now, and when I get there I'll just go to school and get a job and meet people that way. Most of my friends now I didn't meet in highschool anway so I"m not missing anything there. I am going to miss people here. A LOT.

Even though it's not gauranteed, I feel really uneasy. Damnit. *wonders how I'm going to get to work today* FUCK!