Woke up, went to work. At work I learned how to make snowflakes and the time flew by. No big stressers except figuring out that I might not be able to audition for Capers. Which would be just fucking perfect considering I've been looking forward to it since this time last year.
And then I come home and have Thanksgiving with my dad. Went pretty well. Realized he's become so foreign to me since his marriage that I'm not sure I can even guess what he'll say about anything. I almost wanted him to yell at me because at least then I could believe he was the same.
Then I got home. And when I asked mom to communicate with dad better about when MacKenzie's social events are, she freaks the fuck out and tells me that I 'Don't need to tell her how to be a mother' Um...I don' think that's what I was saying at all mom.
Also, I'm starting to think that wanting to spend time with Kenzie is futile. Even when we sit down to watch movies or do shit together she usually goes to sleep pretty quick. Idk, I think I'm even losing that connection with her.
I don't want to live here this summer. I want an apartment where I can do whatever the fuck I want without anyone fighting with me or screwing with my life. But that will never happen. Because as usual all the things I want come back to a question of money. Which i don't have.
I'm looking for apartments though. Even though I'm pretty sure it's an awful idea. Maybe it'll be fun.
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