Good. Maybe. Oh God.

Rehersal went well today and I might possibly have a job. I'm supposed to work this weekend but I know how things sometimes are supposed to happen and then don't, so I'm not telling myself I have a job, yet. But it's still pretty cool and super scary. haha

Did I mention I love my new schedule?

Ugh I hate listening to my parents talk about how we don't have any money. After this month...no one knows how we are going to pay the rent. I'm trying not to think about it, cause it's freaking me out. Mom keeps making jokes about it...but this is serious. And I want to punch her in the face everytime she say's "maybe we should move back to Oregon."

Which is what I want right? Not right now! Not in the middle of a semester! Not with Cinderella coming up in June! Not when I'm finally meeting friends and have a potential crush! Not when I have a univeristy to go to! It just can't happen.