Tis nice to be in the midwest; there is snow on the ground and processed food in the fridge, my little brother cant stop arguing with my parents.

This morning I went to Matthews for breakfast with my dad and my grandma, this is the only restaurant in Circle Pines I think. We talked about Christmas and my dad complained about going to church, he said Maybe we Should Sit On The Other Side of the Sanctuary This Year, Well Throw Them All Off!

But then Grandma reminded him that Hayes family who always sits behind us would then get confused and since this is how its been for the twenty years of my existance, I daren't argue if even for my father's Christmas sanity.

My stepdad told me to wash my hair
and then he told me he was going through the application process of working for DOC as a guard at Stillwater. To which I had a slight panic attack, to which I tried to explain why this was a horrible idea, to which i then thought about the fact that since his fire department retirement, delivering fruit and painting houses hasnt been the greatest for my family for my parents,

and i realize that working for DOC is one of the only state jobs that John could qualify for, and that getting a state job is a surefire way of us getting any kind of financial stability,
and yes i can come home and blather about why the prison industry is evil and why we should not support it but what do i know about supporting a sixperson family

and think abot this so DOC money is going to put me in college so I can go to Gateways and talk all this theory and in my own family it is being proven to me that the economy loves jail and jail makes jobs and me myself cant live this life unless being supported by this job in this jail
gah

i could blather forever but maybe I will wait for January 5th first Check In of the year. im not sure i make any sense anyway.