Moving, tattoos, and other goodies.

Well, I've officially told my parents I'm moving out. I went to dinner with them and some other members of my family last night for my sister's birthday. It was awkward in the beginning, but I think it went really well. They're giving my room to my sister once I move my bed and bureau out, which I think is the plan for today. I'm excited to move everything here and get things situated, I think then things will feel permanent.

My Dad gave me the savings bonds I've been getting since I was born, and at face value, I have about $3,400. Some probably aren't mature yet, and some have been collecting interest for years, so it will probably even out to that amount once I go to the bank and weed through what I can touch and what I can't. I've been looking at cars all day today, and I've found some really nice ones. I'm so excited to get my OWN car. I can't wait to take drives and listen to music, and hopefully learn to drive a stick because I'm looking at buying a manual.

So, the past week, things have been rough. Since I left my house, it's felt like I'm ruining everything/everything that can go wrong, is.

On Saturday, I ran to the pharmacy a few towns over. To get there fast, I usually take this road that isn't REALLY a road. My friends and I usually go offroading there. I made it through just fine, but on my way back home, right when I got onto the road, this happened:



Now lets assess this: I'm by myself. I have work in roughly an half hour. I'm an hour from work atleast. This is my boyfriend's truck. That is one of his brand new tires.

I allowed myself to freak out for about 5 minutes before I worked up the nerve to call my boyfriend and then my work to make them aware of the situation. Luckily, the tires were still under the 90 day warranty, so replacing it would be free. Ray rushed out to rescue me, and being the good girlfriend I was trying to be, messily tried to jack up the truck ahead of time and try to get the tire off. But, that didn't happen because I can't do that for shit, and Ray called to tell me to drive the truck onto flatter ground. Well, I tried to turn it on, and oh hey, the battery was dead. Fail fail fail.

We did fix it though, and I did help by holding the brakes while Ray did everything else. I know, I'm so helpful.

So I got to work late. About an hour. Everyone was understanding.

Besides that, just small things have been happening that make me feel like a complete failure. I'm trying my best to be mature and hold my own ground. I'm broke, again. I hope this upcoming paycheck finally has my raise on it, because I can't take care of myself at $7.28/hour. I'm really thinking about becoming a pharmacist tech at the CVS in Georgetown, because they're desperately looking for someone. It all depends on both their manager and my managers' opinion. Right now, I mostly work weekends only with the rarety of a Monday, and of course I work stock on Wednesday nights. I really don't know how that would all work out right now, especially with the holidays coming up and my hours getting jacked up at my home store. That is why I'm going to talk to the manager about it.

Everything feels temporary right now. Going home yesterday was certainly weird, but I'm sure it will feel worse when I go today to get all my belongings. I want to stay close with my family. I don't want this move to distance us. I feel like I've already achieved so much now that I've moved out. I have all this money for a car to get, and when I lived there, they wouldn't let me touch the money. Living on my own really drives me to get active in so many ways. I'm aiming for a car that costs about $2500, that way I'll have about 1 grand to put aside for college. I want to start saving on the very side for a house. I don't want to live here forever, I eventually want to get a house with Ray. I don't want to waste money on an appartment because it never pays you back. Atleast a house is an investment. That will take a while though, but I still think it's good to save now.

I also want to get another tattoo really soon. I know it sounds very unneccessary for me, someone freshly on her own, and very broke, to be getting a tattoo, but I really want to get something that marks this new independence. I obviously wont do this until I pay off my credit card (because the tattoo bill will likely be going on that, haha). I want to get maybe three feathers either falling down my ribs/side, or on my shoulder. I want them to be of decent size, but that all depends on the placement. I saw the perfect style I want. I also want to get something photography related, and this girl has truely inspired me to get a tattoo like hers, only somewhere on my arm or down the base of my neck:





Here's a link to where I found that: here. I'm also a fan of the few tattoos posted in the comments section.

And here is the style I want for my feathers:



It will be slightly different, a bit larger, and I want some shading and I can't decide if I'd want it to have any color or not.



I like hers, too. It's cute.

I need to go finish doing laundry now. I enjoy it, for some awkward reason. I'm excited to go grocery shopping again, though most of the food I bought is still not eaten, haha. I think I'll wait till Friday or Saturday.