So anyway...

There are a lot of things I will have to do in order to escape my parents house.

I wouldn't have any problem with this if not for the fact that I cannot drive.  We do not exactly practice either.  I've only been practicing twice and on that second occasion my step-dad tried to treat me like I'd been driving non-stop for months.

HE EVEN MADE ME DRIVE THROUGH A PUDDLE.  IT WAS A HUGE PUDDLE TOO!

That last panel was a joke, the panic of driving through a puddle wasn't that severe.

I haven't exactly gotten used to how hard to press the gas peddle without shooting like a rocket across the parking lot, so this happened.

There's also the fact that I am having difficulty getting a job.
It's not easy, especially when my parents moved us into the mountains where the towns are small and are spread very far apart.
Then there's the whole economy thing too.

Then there's that.

I've also been trying to get a lot of things done, but I sorta need my step-dad to get them for me and he's not exactly focused on taking care of my stuff.  Like some paperwork for my FAFSA or adding me to the car insurance so I could practice driving without worrying about accidental damage.


I also need an appointment to remove my wisdom teeth, but I'm sure he'll get around to it eventually.

So basically what I've been trying to say is, I signed up for AdSense.  I need the money you see, so there will be ads in the sidebar. That is all.  Nothing will really change.  So whatever.

A realization.

Interviews are uncomfortable because they are one of the only times where someone is obviously judging you but it's frowned upon to defend yourself by saying,

"SO WHAT I HAVE NO PRIOR EXPERIENCE, GO SUCK BALLS!"
Or anything like that.

I don't have to feel like that.  People love me.

I can be a scary person.

I do get a kick out of startling people. In fact, I have gotten so good at scaring people that I can do it without trying.

My favorite story of successfully frightening someone takes place in my younger years.  I do not know how old I was, but I may have been 6-7 or 10.  I never really grew much.  I am still pretty short.

It was Halloween and my brother and I had gotten back from our little treat-gathering endeavor when our mom asked us if we wanted to hand out candy to other kids.  My brother agreed and I followed him out, intending for us to scare the crap out of whoever walked up to the porch.  I expected my brother to do the scaring while I intended to be a distraction.

Which is the scarier choice?

Unfortunately he refused to scare anyone so I was forced to improvise.

I decided to play dead.

Fucking BOO.

Eventually my playing dead paid off as a child smaller than myself began hesitantly shuffling up our sidewalk.

He became my target.  I just laid there and watched as he continued shuffling up.  He was finally close enough for me to attack.  I leaped to my feet and screamed in this young child's face.  He looked so frightened that he could have actually wet himself.  So of course my first response to his terror was to begin laughing until I thought my ribs would crack.

I did eventually stop my laughter to try to encourage the child to get some candy from my brother.

For some reason he refused.

I think after that point I went back inside.

That's not the only time I scared someone. ...obviously.  The next event I am going to tell you about is the time my biological father took me to a haunted hotel called the Lemp Mansion where we stayed in the Lavender room.  While we were getting ready to leave from our stay I was looking out the window to the parking lot below where I saw some people standing around.  I didn't really care much until I saw them look up and point at the window where I was standing.  I immediately felt a rush of excitement and stood stock-still while watching them, waiting for them to look away for a moment.  When they finally looked away I backed up from the window and ran to the OTHER window and looked down at them all over again.  I can be almost certain that my biological father was staring at me wondering why I seemed so distracted from putting my shoes on.

I should have had him stand at the first window to really scare the crap out of these random people.

I watched them as they looked back up at the first window with confused looks on their faces.  And then they looked at my window.  I don't know what happened after that point because I decided to dart away from the window.  Then I laughed as I put on my shoes and resisted the urge to see if any of them had crapped their pants.

A pondering.