i've gotta be either dead or dreamin';

Bridgette: I'm taking your things, Brittany. How does that make you feel?
Brittany: Robbed.
Bridgette: *walking away with my stuff in her hands* ♪Taking is like giving if you're at the other end~♪

I don't think I've got people's respect.

goyutasama has charged me with writing her fanfiction to suit her interests and then sending them to her. I'm supposed to feel sorry for her because she's trapped on the US Kitty Hawk out on the ocean in a location she's not allowed to disclose with absolutely no Internet outside of her email and basically nothing to do for entertainment. Tch, it takes more than that to inspire pity from me.

... Maybe I'll get that Dexter/Psych she always wanted started later today.

I can't wait for my mom to get up. I'm going to utterly destroy Newsies for her. I've also got to convince my parents to watch American Psycho, because for one, that movie's hilarious, and also because me and Bryce make references to it pretty constantly, now. Because it's hilarious.

I think I'll apply at Little America. yamiaudra tells me they're always hiring and a quick perusal of the classified ads confirms this theory. And I'll clean the bathroom. And work on the kitchen. And I think I've got some laundry that needs washing. I'm up bright and early, might as well get something done, yeah?

Edit: For someone who considers themselves so lucky, a remarkable number of statistically improbably bad things happen to me.

... And I really liked living without my parents. A lot.

i have wondered why this always happens;

See, if I had my own place, or even a place with my brother, stuff like this wouldn't happen.

Mother: Brittany! Brittany! We need you in your father's office, we have to discuss work. Right now. We need to talk! Come on!
Brittany: 'M sleepin'. Go 'way.
Mother: We have to ask you some questions.
Brittany: Jus' ask 'em now.
Mother: I need you downstairs right now! You can sleep whenever you want.
Brittany: ...... Jesus. Fuck you.

She really said that. I'm sure she didn't think about what she was actually saying and how not true it is, and because I can be at times misleading she had no way of knowing that I'd just managed to fall asleep at eleven o'clock in the goddamn morning, but--but. Why is life so cruel to me?!

But we got some work, thank fucking God. That's the real news. So I'll be out of town for the next three days. In Phoenix, I think.