Morning, sunshine.

My father woke me up at a bit before 6, telling me that if I don't have a job, then I need to work.

Well, I have one already. Gamestop is now giving hours like candy. Bergners seems to be very interested in having me, or at least the guy at the interview wanted to gobble my penis. It seems like people are leaving this World Gym, and I could possibly get hired. It's hardly as if I sit on my ass and do nothing with my time, unlike my sibling.

This is all fine, though. Within a few months, I'm off to a college and then I don't plan to arrive back at the house when I'm done. Even if I have to struggle, or eat dollar store packets of food, I am not returning.

At any rate, I feel as if I need to put my writing to a magazine or something. I plan to make a fake one of sorts, so that I can get some experience. Of course it will turn all out terrible, but the experience gained is worthwhile.

I'm eating what looks to be a steak, but it isn't. Thicker, with a more wild taste I think. I hope it's not deer. I mean, this meat could be anything. Mutton? Veil? Goat?

I really hope this isn't dear.