To go, or not to go…

Dear Diary;

That is the question.

Davern is having their "clean-up" weekend this weekend. I was considering going in tomorrow to lend a hand for a while because really, I have nothing better to do. I can’t decide if I really want to though. There will only be a couple of people that I know there and that gives me great anxiety.

I haven’t written in a while, have I?

♥ Erin and I went to K-town on Tuesday and plastered the city with our resumes. We’re desperate for jobs now. Neither of us have heard from anyone yet. *sigh*.

♥ I have a mosquito bite on the bottom of my foot. It’s really irritating and itchy.

♥ My friend Sarah who lives about 15 minutes down the highway from me just got highspeed internet through the same phone/internet company that we use- but it’s NOT availiable where I am. I don’t know how that’s even possible, but it makes me so incredibly angry that I’m trying to convince my parents to dump Bell and go with another company. This is just fucking ridiculous.

♥ My parents are leaving on their 8 day cruise in three weeks and I get the house and moms new vehicle alllllll to myself. I’d have a party if I had more friends. How sad is that?

♥ My brother moves into his new apartment next weekend. I have a feeling I’ll be spending lots of time there.

♥ Remember my uncle/cousins donkey that got killed by a bear? Well the story is even longer. My uncle owns a lot of property all of the place that he rents and sells and whatever, and there’s a house down the road from his house that he owns and rents to a woman and her two young kids. A while ago my cousin decided that he wanted to have that house as his own, so they told the woman that when her lease ended she would be required to move out. Her lease ended at the end of March and my cousin was to move in at the begging of May. Of course, that didn’t happen because when my cousin went to help her move- she refused and said she wanted to stay until July. It pissed my cousin off, but he let her stay. I guess she didn’t like that she had to move because she saw the whole thing happen with the donley and the bear- she even took pictures- but she didn’t call my uncle or anything while it was going on. In fact, the story was in a local newspaper and she gave a statement saying how she "feared for her and her kids lives". I don’t understand why they don’t just call the cops and have her evicted right now.

K, I gotta go.