If I only had a brain. . . or a job

I feel very much blocked when it comes to writing these days. Maybe I've been out of material? Great, I'm not a fan of being a half-way almost grown-up. Lunkily, half-way almost grown-ups don't have to pay rent because their parents are awesome, so I can volunteer instead of trying to make lots of money in something that's NOT my field. I don't need money. People get crazy and materialistic over it. To set things straight, I'm not being lazy when it comes to job searching. I'm trying as best as I can when I'm not working at my current overbearing job. Let's just hope that doors will open up soon, especially once the holiday season lets up. I like how I wrote that last sentence like I was talking about rain, because the holidays can cause such a drizzle. . . but in a good way. Speaking of which, this year I have to participate in the adult's White Elephant gift exchange this year. I've been bumped from the little cousin Secret Santa. I guess my family doesn't believe in half-way almost grown-ups.