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Wow, I haven't seen this thing since '07. How things have really changed. The economy is terrible, I'm a Registered Medical Assistant working in a Pediatric office, and Thomas is pretty much the best thing that's ever happened to me. I think he may have saved me from myself. Finally.
I guess I feel a little older. It has been over three years. I'm 24 now. That's borderline insane status. I don't write anymore. I don't feel creative or artsy like I used to. The extent of my creativity ends at quirky Facebook posts. I'm surprised I even remembered my Livejournal password. I don't even think I have any friends on here. Who has a Livejournal anymore?
I'd like to get back into writing, but there's never enough time. I feel like when I'm not at my shitty job that I hate, I'm looking for a new job that I hopefully won't end up hating. It's funny that instructors at colleges will tell you there is always a demand in health care, because I have put in tons of applications, had a couple interviews, been offered one job, and have not found any match. It's getting ridiculous.
I moved out. I had my own apartment in Middletown (trash). I've moved back. I will never get an apartment again. My next goal is a house. After a better job. Living by myself was lonely. I want to get a house with Thomas, but both of us need higher paying jobs. The economy depresses me. All the applications I put in dissuade me. There is never enough money, and never enough time. I also never have enough patience.
I feel like I'm a better person nowadays. Hopefully I'm not as immature (but maybe I am.) I'm still not any good with money, but at least my boyfriend is- that's at least a little helpful. I have more tattoos now- that's for sure. I have a career now- even if I don't like where I work. I'd love to go back for my RN, but there's not enough money. Even with loans. : /
And those ex boyfriends? Well, that's the best part. They're nonexistent.
L'amour est la misre fait jolie.
Time to sign off and put in more applications. It's what my life consists of.
I guess I feel a little older. It has been over three years. I'm 24 now. That's borderline insane status. I don't write anymore. I don't feel creative or artsy like I used to. The extent of my creativity ends at quirky Facebook posts. I'm surprised I even remembered my Livejournal password. I don't even think I have any friends on here. Who has a Livejournal anymore?
I'd like to get back into writing, but there's never enough time. I feel like when I'm not at my shitty job that I hate, I'm looking for a new job that I hopefully won't end up hating. It's funny that instructors at colleges will tell you there is always a demand in health care, because I have put in tons of applications, had a couple interviews, been offered one job, and have not found any match. It's getting ridiculous.
I moved out. I had my own apartment in Middletown (trash). I've moved back. I will never get an apartment again. My next goal is a house. After a better job. Living by myself was lonely. I want to get a house with Thomas, but both of us need higher paying jobs. The economy depresses me. All the applications I put in dissuade me. There is never enough money, and never enough time. I also never have enough patience.
I feel like I'm a better person nowadays. Hopefully I'm not as immature (but maybe I am.) I'm still not any good with money, but at least my boyfriend is- that's at least a little helpful. I have more tattoos now- that's for sure. I have a career now- even if I don't like where I work. I'd love to go back for my RN, but there's not enough money. Even with loans. : /
And those ex boyfriends? Well, that's the best part. They're nonexistent.
L'amour est la misre fait jolie.
Time to sign off and put in more applications. It's what my life consists of.