Prison Break

When I'm upset over something and I start to complain to GT, he roles his eyes at me and says 'why don't you go blog about it' and leaves the room. Okay, he says it with a smirk, I promise. But for some reason I don't write anything too personal on this blog because I'd rather save that for my plays, so that way no one can ever really know if it's me or something I created. But I can tell you I am beyond annoyed at my situation right now.

I have to go back to London in June, which is great but the bad news is I lost my job in January and no one is going to hire some one who has to peace out for 3.5 weeks as a new employee. So I'm on unemployment but it only just covers the cost of breathing. Did you know the British pound is starting to get stronger or the dollar is getting worse because I looked up my tuition payment that's due in a week and it grew $300.00 more from just last week! Now I don't know how I am going to pay it. I've tapped out the shallow well in my family and no one will hire me because no one seems to be hiring at all. The worst part is having all this free time but not being able to do anything with it. I want to get out of the house so bad it hurts but anytime I leave it I spend money. Even if I wanted to go to the city that's $4.00 right there. Which seems funny that I would freak over $4.00 when I have to come up with $400.00 but that's my rational right now.

I don't have anything extra to spend, so I keep myself locked away in the house, slowly loosing it. I can't even work on my plays because I'm so sick of my own thoughts.

I always thought all I ever want is all the time in the world to write, sleep in, and do whatever. Well, carefully what you wish for because what I should have added as a clause was - only if I have the money to do so. Otherwise I'd rather feel useful and continue to make some money.