It's been a while since I wrote down my toughts or updated my work. I can no longer find the time to do so. Well I can't find the time to sit down on a computer to write my thoughts. I have plenty of time to sit and write my works out on paper, the problem is, when I grasp inspiration it is ripped from me.

My mind has to clear and I have to have a personal silence, then I can write, but my roommate likes to intrupt my thoughts right then and there. It's just irritating.

I guess to those who are intrested in my life. I no longer live with my parents, but with a friend with his family and it's the dumbest choice I made in my life. The only thing good about it, is that I have a job and I work again, everything else is just retarded! The room is to small to accomidate two beds and since it was his room I sleep on a fotun thing that kills my back even more, and I have to curl up and that hurts my knees, cause if I stretch out I'll push against my tv desk and make the tv fall on me.

Our personalities clash often, and he is easily pissed off. I like going to bed earily and waking up earily, he doesn't well he can't anyways since he works a night shift, but he gets home from work, wakes me up then he goes to sleep. I still wake up earily, but it pisses me off. When I wake up I get hungry and I go and get food. Normal right? Well he is asleep when I wake up, and he wakes up and see's I'm not in my bed nor in the house and finds out I'm out eating. He gets angry and confronted me and telling me to wake him up, before I leave.

What the hell, I'm not some dog, nor some kid, I'm your friend. I didn't say anything to him I just ate my mcgriddles. Also he doesn't warn me when he brings his girlfriend over. I make personal plans for my day if I'm not going out. Like walk to mickyds, get food, play video games, get on lappy then sleep. Times I walk into the room with the door close, and I have to knock. He pops his head out and says I'm sleeping out on the couch tonight. I'm what the hell, warn me in advance, so I can grab my pillow, blankets and laptop for heaven's sake.

I was suppose to be living at his house for two weeks then we were going to move into an apartment. It's been two months! The only reason why I haven't uped and went back to my parents is that I lack a car to get to work. Once I get that, I'm gone. I'll save up my money to get a small studio or one bedroom apartment for myself and a dog.

I feel better now.