Interviewin’, Drivin’ AND still Kickin’!

4 Starbucks applications are where they need to be.  I have 1 interview tomorrow morning at 1100 already!  Yay! 

Before I left, I asked the store manager if there was anything I needed to bring in for the interview and I ALMOST asked her if she needed another headshot!
This whole transition into the real working world is tough, lol.  My new resume doesn’t even include my age or weight so I keep thinking things are missing.  I took forever getting ready because well, for my main job I wear sweatpants and a ponytail…  XD  And then I had to decide if my "LOOK" was right until I finally realized, ‘Hey… I don’t think it matters as long as I look nice…’
I think this will be really good for me because I can get a glimpse of the real world… where getting a job ISN’T banking on looks.

The only problem is still this driving thing.  I drove to most of the locations today and I’m even starting to relax behind the wheel.  My only problem is parking (takes me FOREVER) and maneuvering the vehicle in tight spaces. 
My dad had the nerve today to blame Jeana for not teaching me how to park.  I almost retorted that It’s NOT her job to teach me to drive, it’s my FATHER’S because that’s what YOU are to ME. 
But I bit my tongue…

I had a breakdown over the weekend because nowadays I can’t even throw anything in the trash can properly.  I kept getting yelled at for stupid shit like that and my breakdown was over the fact that my dad is not my dad anymore.
TOO BAD I still have to learn how to drive with him (My mom’s too busy with work and laundry- if not, she’s watching tv.).  In my younger years he was my childhood hero and now he doesn’t do anything but yell and degrade me.  It’s been real tough adjusting to that. 
I feel bad that I don’t have my own means of transportation yet and that doesn’t help my driving because I’m still pretty damn scared of the whole process.
My parents also switch me out constantly- my dad has a small Pontiac and my mom has a massive Durango.  Their feel and dimensions are TOTALLY different and it’s tough switching from one to the other.  I mentioned that to my dad once and learned NOT to mention it again.
Matter of fact, I’m learning not to mention things to my dad anymore period.

I talked to my dance director about my bulimia.  THAT also had a hand in my breakdown.  It was REALLY hard admitting that to someone that I look up to.  :O  She’s going to make me go to a counselor…

Next Saturday I begin advanced tap and jazz classes at another dance studio with their traveling company members.  Should be fun but I’m pretty nervous about it.  Poor self esteem, lol, I’ll get over it.

Got a new phone and I’m looking into a new credit card.  And a car.  But I’m totally disheartened on finding a car since I can’t fucking park.  >.<

Kelly should be home in a few weeks or so.  EVERYTHING is happening at once.  I have NO idea how I’m still kicking.  But ROCK on, G, the less I’m at home the BETTER.  WOOP-WOOP!

INMATE—

Wearing::  Purple parachute pants, gray tank top, silver skull belt.
Last ate:: Strawberry yogurt and grapes.
Feeling::  Satisfied.
Jammin:::  ‘juggalo Family’  Dark Lotus.