- Mood:
Lazy - Listening to: Fallout 3 Audio
- Reading: My rp with Jack
I apologize in advance if anyone who reads this has me on their MySpace, Facebook, and LiveJournals...since this is going to be posted at all three places to save me time.
So, we've been in Iowa, Louisiana for a couple weeks now. (We're just outside of Lake Charles, and about 48 miles from the Texas border) It's not bad here, the economy isn't quite as bad as it could be, but it's still not the best. I'll admit that job wise it was a bad idea to leave Missoula, but here we'll be able to just settle in for the long haul. We're going to end up buying a house here since we're going to stay for a few years.
I miss all my friends at work, Harmony, Ed, Rex, Dan, Jon, the Brads, and everyone else. Nobody here is anything like you guys. I think the guys in Sporting Goods are about as normal as it gets, Clint's a WoW geek and likes anime, and Damon has a perverse sense of humor. I can't say as I've associated with very many people, though. The females here are very southern belle, and the guys are wary. It's been explained that the guys get b*tched at for every little thing they do wrong. Meh, I'm a foul mouthed, boyish pervert, so I'm sure people will eventually get used to my weirdness.
We're going to go job hunting on Tuesday and Wednesday, try and find better jobs so we're not making crap wages and can buy everything we need (we're buying a bed first, the one we're sleeping on sags in the middle like the damn thing's going to break in half.) Sandi said we could just stay and pay a bit of rent to help out and buy what we need before we move out.
Oh, and for anyone wondering, Lake Charles wasn't hit as badly as New Orleans. We're above sea level. But New Orleans is still trying to get back on it's feet, there's still plenty of damage.
Last note for the night: My mother is a huge disappointment and I'm desperately tired of giving her chances. Three years in a row she can't pick up the phone and say "Happy Birthday", tell me she's not feeling well, and then hang up the phone. But you know she says it to my brother, and you know he still gets plenty of shit for his birthday. Yeah, I know I sound bitter, I'm just fed up, and if I were to actually confront her, I wouldn't know where to begin. I'm done with her. I'll deal with my grandparents, but mom and Ryan can deal with themselves unless something happens to grandma and grandpa. Speaking of, I need to call my father's mom and let her know I'm alive and give her the address here.