What of the Future?

Shit. I've been putting this off. So much has happened. I've been too depressed and angry to write.
Wednesday and Thursday were spent thinking about the future. I'm seriously considering going into the Air Force. I'm a smart girl, I could do it. The qualifications are bare minimum. Most jobs I looked at only require a high school diploma and 15 college credits. Some require a college degree, but not many. The Air Force seems like a good choice. It teaches useful skills, discipline and carries a lot of weight. If I ever apply to a job and say I was in the Air Force, the job is almost guaranteed for me. I spent those couple days thinking and researching. It certainly is a strong possibility for the future. I spoke to Leo about the Air Force. He was worried but supported me. He said how he and I had a lot in common with our desires for the future. I also talked to Bambi about it. He was against it. He's worried for me, which is understandable. He wouldn't say much on the subject. He's avoiding the conversation. He's really worried.
I woke up late for work Friday morning. I was rushing out of the house and barely made it to work on time. I came home to find Erik using my personal remote and headset for the Xbox. I don't like him touching my things. He never washes his hands and always has a weird smell. He leaves a film on everything he touches. Needless to say, I was angry. He knows not to touch my remote and headset. I usually bring it up to my room but I had forgotten to bring it upstairs the night previous. My mistake for leaving it there, however, he should respect my property. He's always bragging about how much money he has. Why doesn't he just buy a nice headset like mine and shutup? I get possessive over things like that so I got angry. My mom said she would speak to him about it. That never happened. Ever since then, I've been mad and depressed.
I went to work Saturday morning and I was actually in a good mood. Bob wasn't there and everything went smoothly. I was happy and laughing at work, but when I got home, it went back to sadness. I ate lunch alone while my parents watched TV. I wanted to nap in the AC in the living room but no. After a 6-1 shift, I can't sleep in the cool room. I curled up on the couch next to my mom and was rather uncomfortable. I wanted to stretch my legs. My ankle was sore. I was exhausted. I had to stay confined to 2 square feet on the couch. Awesome. I slept on the couch Saturday night because my room doesn't have AC. Thanks parents.
Sunday I worked the early shift yet again. No Bob, but a slightly busier day at work. I came home exhausted. Again. My mom wanted to watch a movie. I wanted to nap. I stayed up to watch a movie with her. She had good intentions. We then watched a second movie. I was passing out. After that movie, I showered and we ate dinner. Erik had a friend over. His friend was so I'll mannered. The way he ate appalled me. We had steak that he tried cutting with a fork and spoon. Seriously? It annoyed me.
Now I'm in bed. I'm working 10-4 tomorrow. I'm taking the bus to work so I need to be up a little earlier than normal. 9am alarm. 9am is a lot better than waking up at 5:30am. I still cant help but think about the future though. I feel like I'm in a bad wave of depression right now. Maybe I can sleep it off. My body will hopefully appreciate the rest. God knows I need it.