We set off all those fireworks. It was really cool. Even though our lighters all sucked and it was windy.

Everybody else on the street had fireworks, too. XD The kids at Rockfish are lucky they're camped near such pyromaniacs in possession of illegal fireworks. They got a great show nyan.

On the downside, my feet are filthy, and there's skin peeling off of my right heel. D:

Not much else has happened. That's interesting, anyway. My big brother offered me a job at his girlfriend's Korean restaurant. While it was very nice of him to ask, I don't wanna take it. The point of applying at Camp Rockfish is that I need to be OUTSIDE, getting dirty and having fun, not INSIDE, trying to memorize orders in a foreign language and answering telephones. I fuckin' hate telephones anyway.

So I think I'm gonna have to politely decline the job. Maybe if I lose my mind and decide I want a customer service job, I'll call him back up.

I think I would make a terrible customer service person anyway. I'm really all sunshine and rainbows and nice, but things like memorizing orders and numbers and stuff stresses me out, and that makes me do Not Nice things. It's odd--I can multitask when it comes to writing, watching television, humming A Quick One While He's Away in my head, and keeping an eye on chilluns... but I can't memorize food orders and shit. XP Selective memory, I s'pose.

I think I'll stay over here at Mom's a few more days. I'm not ready to go back to Dad's as long as there's the threat of Hell Karen's office. D: Uh-uh.

I need to do laundry nyan.