So tonight was preparing for packing. No actual packing involved. I am so nervous that I will forget something. I also need to find money. Like a lot of money before I leave. I have to provide for the first week of lodging and food on my own. That isn't going to happen with the money that I have now. Yikes and a half. Donations can be made to Hipster Shane c/o Hipster Vodka Tonic, On the Road in the Midwest, USA 00009. Also, we have no CD player in the van. I want CDs.
Tomorrow, I will be in Kirksville. Thursday haircut with Bethany and then St. Louis for wild and crazy fun with Jenni. I hope to call off the strike very soon. I would have already liked for the strike to be over. So bad in fact that I "made eyes" at a guy coming out of a gas station. (He returned the eyes by the way.) It is definitely time for me to get out of the shit-storm that has engulfed the Mville.
Shit-storm=all of your family under one roof again.
Shit-storm=your uncle having an affair and getting caught.
Shit-storm=your parents starting to throw you and your siblings out of the house.
So we'll see how that goes. My mother is expecting me to call every day of the tour. I say that this is a test to see if she can not worry about me and I will call her once every three days. She said that she worries about me. Whatever. She has no idea what shit I'm getting myself into all the time. Half the time in the Kville I didn't even know if I wouldn't get arrested. But in great mother-fucking news...jobs are opening up for me really close to home. I could go and be a student teacher at my old high school. How much fun would that be? No fucking way. Not gonna happen.
Anyway. I'm gonna sleep and then pack. No point packing at 2 am. Bound to forget a lot of stuff. See you in the morning.