*sigh* been here about two months now i guess. cant say I'm happy to be here. weather sucks big time as I'm starting to have to get used to -15F. My co-workers all hate me on principle as I'm originally from California and all I do anymore is work 14+ hour days though sometimes that numbers a lot higher so naturally my sleep time is suffering immensely. Hopefully that will change sooner then later, though probably not until sometime after new years. As some of you know, i was more or less strong armed in to moving out here by some rather pushy relatives and a lack of better options as well as one or two reasons of my own to agree to it all. Upon arriving out here however my step-dad who shall not remain nameless (its bill) decided he wants nothing to do with me and together with the annoying younger brother have pushed my mother in to letting them kick me out on my ass in a little less then 10 month's and counting whether i can survive on my own or not. this bombshell was dropped on me day two. day one having been spent at an airport. yeah nice to see you too jackass. -_- so end result is me busting my ass off trying to save up enough so my rather shaky house of cards doesn't come crashing down around me.

Ultimate goals? Survivals number 1 right now Bills hoping i crash and burn. I refuse to give him the satisfaction. I also want to get back to California to where my friends are. There the closest thing I've got to a real caring family. (A pity most of them are forgetting i exist after only two months.)

Just have to remember to focus my anger in stead of turning it inward. Anger to hate. hate to rage. rage to strength. strength to power. power to victory.

Fuck you world. I wont lose. Game on.