Apparently, I'm being censored. 

Ok, its time for a rant.

Recently, I had been involved in a little prank for someone.  And by involved, I mean that I was there and helped put an object in a baggie.  But apparently, this means I am fucking public enemy number one.  I get woken up at 2 am when I have to work that morning but my friend who is crying and bitching me out.  Normally, I would have deserved it, but she was bitching at me for things I never did.  Apparently, I was the whipping boy for someone else who, not only told everyone she knew about the prank, but exaggerated it enough to cause public humiliation.  But no one said shit to her.  Now, my roommate (who was the one with the loose lips) is pissed at me for what I did.  There were three other people involved and only one other person is she pissed at. Does this make sense?  Why aren't the other two people in the same situation as me?  Why the fuck am I the asshole when I didn't do shit?

Also, a friend was begging me to go to Viterbo's homecoming on Saturday night, literally, guilt trip and everything.  I told her I would think about it.  When I got back from class Saturday afternoon, I went to my room to read and at about 4pm, I fell asleep.  I didn't wake up until 2am.  Guess how many missed calls I got from my friend who wanted me at the dance and to go out afterwards?  Yeah, none.  No fucking call.  I tried to call the next day to explain what happened, she picked up, it was obvious she was sleeping, so I told her to call me back when she woke up.  I called her twice more and neither times she picked up and she never called back.  What the fuck?  If she's pissed at me for not making it to the damn dance, I swear I'm going to pack up and leave within the next week.

Perhaps it would be better if work didn't suck so much.  The person, who is supposed to be helping me with the house while my program director is gone, is currently MIA.  All my fucking clients are behavioral and acting like pains in my ass because they don't like how there are staff changes being made. One is faking sick all the time, another refuses to walk, but wants to go to the bathroom all the fucking time, and the other one cannot handle me being in another room without calling for me.  And the staff suck.  I'm supposed to be the last person who gets overtime, but in reality, I'm the only one.  Staff are getting pissed that nothing is getting done and I can't get anything done because I am wasting my 40 hours doing entirely direct care instead of office work.

Fuck.

Ok, all in one day I have accomplished the following:

Admitted to myself that I am not happy in La Crosse.

Made plans to move to Minneapolis in June.

Decided to work in a coffeeshop again.

Told current roommate the intentions and of not renewing the lease

Told my mother of my intentions

Made a plan of how to slowly quit from work as to not cause behavior problems with my clients

Put a personals ad on craigslist.com (I seriously got, like 100 emails within 2 days, mostly freaks)

Admitted to myself that the person I am attracted to has no interest in me, and I was fine with it.

Went to class

Stuck up for my generation to the bitch who thinks she runs the curriculum

Spoke with my professor about previous bitch and how her constant commenting on EVERYTHING and irrelevant questions is interferring with my own learning, and that I was not alone in this belief.

And still had time to work at my highly stressful job

And my stapler broke, causing an emotional breakdown, which spurred these decisions listed above.

Thank you stapler, you have changed my life.

officially,

I hate the new layout.

More to come...