Another Year Down...
Today was the first day of my second year of college. Hmm.
It was actually a pretty sad excuse for a 'first day.' I had ONE, one hour class, and that’s it[English]. Oh, but believe you me, Tuesday is going to kick my ass. I have World Religions, geography, and a lab for geography. How in the hell do you have lab for geography?
-"Today we're going to dissect dirt..."
-"um, okay."
Yes sir. Tuesday is going to be somewhat unpleasant... Even though it should be a joyous day. It's not every day that one turns 19, right? Bah! It still hasn't hit me, but then again, what IS supposed to hit me? Yeah, so what. I'm turning 19. The thrill of being 18 is gone. And its a couple years from being 21. I guess I should just be grateful that I've lived another 365 days, right?
Why is it that every time, around my birthday, I either get really sick or really emotional? Or both. The past couple days I've been either really happy, really bitchy, or really sad. Today was a sad day. I cried the whole way home from school after seeing a dead poochie on the side of the road. Mind you, I wasn't crying entirely over the dead dog, but it sure was a catalyst for the river I ended up crying. And then more shit happens... more drama... and of course that didn't help at all. I can honestly say I was down for a couple of hours.
and then it hit me.
Why was I sad?
Like Kendra always tells me, "Alex, you have WAY too much going on for you, for you to be down."
Its true.
I do have a lot going on for me. I have the most wonderful supportive parents in the world. I have a gorgeous bright sister. My friends are the most amazing people on the face of the planet. And I have a stud [and also the nicest person in the entire world] for a boyfriend. I have the perfect job, a brand new car... need I go on? Why the hell was I sad and crying. Bah. I don't know. Maybe I'm bi-polar or something. Fuck it.
I never thought I would make it "here."
Ya know? "Here." Where everything just seems too good to be true. When everything is going SO right.
My job is just amazing. I can proudly say I LOVE MY JOB! It's what I always wanted. Customer Service. And I mean really helping our customers. It's a great feeling when I help out on loans or resolve a situation with a customer and his or her account. I love the problem solving environment. I also love our management and co-workers. I actually feel like I'm doing something productive with my time. Its great knowing that I matter, that my ideas are heard. It's very fulfilling knowing that my ideas and suggestions are taken seriously. I encourage everyone to find 'that job.' Granted, its NOT what I'm going to school for... but one should at least have fun paying the bills in the meantime, right?
I can't, for the life of me, see myself still at Best Buy, trying to get people to sign up for those stupid magazines. Retail sucks. Retail-Banking. That’s a different story.
Moving on...I love My parents. They are ever-so supportive of my lifestyle. I mean, they give a damn about me and my significant others and our well being. It's good to have support. I love them to death. I couldn't ask for a better bunch.
And I can't express how much I love my friends
Samantha is like my sister. She has been there for the good and the bad. She has helped me through the worst moments of my life, as well as shared some of the best moments with me. when my world is going crazy, she can turn it around. When I'm down she's there pushing me to the top. When I need a friend she is always by my side. Sam, I turn to you. :-D
This girl is honestly the love of my life... in the girl form of course. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have my Sam.
Kendra is my down ass bitch. She's just one of those girls who is just FULL of shit to talk about. She's also a great partner in crime when I want to talk shit. And lets admit it. The lord knows I LOVES me a good shit talkin session. WooWee!
And MY BRIAN! AH! Words cannot explain how much I love this kid. Over the past year, this kid has taught me more about myself than I could of learned on my own... lock in a room... yada yada yada. He sees the real me... and he likes it for some odd reason. I'm not complaining. I've never had anyone treat me so well... It's one of those things you hope will never end, or change.
He's a keeper.
Ah. Okay. I'm done ranting about myself and my friends/parents/job.
Oh look. Its midnight. I'm 19. I don't feel any different. I don't feel any more mature... or responsible.
Bah! It's always such a buzz kill to have your birthday soo close to the first day of school.
I better get to bed or I'm never going to wake up tomorrow.
Oh! What's new in the world of Alex? Well summer is over, obviously. I didn't do much. Spent most of my time with my dear friends... and Brian. I loved it.
I gave up my Jetta. yeah. *gasp* I know! "How could he?!"
It had too many miles. Plus I got a sweet deal on a brand new fully loaded Nissan Sentra. Granted, it's not a 'me' car, but it suits my needs.
But believe you me when I tell you that giving up my lil Jetta was the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
It was like giving up my sick child... or an unsick child? Bad analogy... but you know what I mean.
So that about sums it up. Let the sleep and birthdays festivities commence. Another year down.
It was actually a pretty sad excuse for a 'first day.' I had ONE, one hour class, and that’s it[English]. Oh, but believe you me, Tuesday is going to kick my ass. I have World Religions, geography, and a lab for geography. How in the hell do you have lab for geography?
-"Today we're going to dissect dirt..."
-"um, okay."
Yes sir. Tuesday is going to be somewhat unpleasant... Even though it should be a joyous day. It's not every day that one turns 19, right? Bah! It still hasn't hit me, but then again, what IS supposed to hit me? Yeah, so what. I'm turning 19. The thrill of being 18 is gone. And its a couple years from being 21. I guess I should just be grateful that I've lived another 365 days, right?
Why is it that every time, around my birthday, I either get really sick or really emotional? Or both. The past couple days I've been either really happy, really bitchy, or really sad. Today was a sad day. I cried the whole way home from school after seeing a dead poochie on the side of the road. Mind you, I wasn't crying entirely over the dead dog, but it sure was a catalyst for the river I ended up crying. And then more shit happens... more drama... and of course that didn't help at all. I can honestly say I was down for a couple of hours.
and then it hit me.
Why was I sad?
Like Kendra always tells me, "Alex, you have WAY too much going on for you, for you to be down."
Its true.
I do have a lot going on for me. I have the most wonderful supportive parents in the world. I have a gorgeous bright sister. My friends are the most amazing people on the face of the planet. And I have a stud [and also the nicest person in the entire world] for a boyfriend. I have the perfect job, a brand new car... need I go on? Why the hell was I sad and crying. Bah. I don't know. Maybe I'm bi-polar or something. Fuck it.
I never thought I would make it "here."
Ya know? "Here." Where everything just seems too good to be true. When everything is going SO right.
My job is just amazing. I can proudly say I LOVE MY JOB! It's what I always wanted. Customer Service. And I mean really helping our customers. It's a great feeling when I help out on loans or resolve a situation with a customer and his or her account. I love the problem solving environment. I also love our management and co-workers. I actually feel like I'm doing something productive with my time. Its great knowing that I matter, that my ideas are heard. It's very fulfilling knowing that my ideas and suggestions are taken seriously. I encourage everyone to find 'that job.' Granted, its NOT what I'm going to school for... but one should at least have fun paying the bills in the meantime, right?
I can't, for the life of me, see myself still at Best Buy, trying to get people to sign up for those stupid magazines. Retail sucks. Retail-Banking. That’s a different story.
Moving on...I love My parents. They are ever-so supportive of my lifestyle. I mean, they give a damn about me and my significant others and our well being. It's good to have support. I love them to death. I couldn't ask for a better bunch.
And I can't express how much I love my friends
Samantha is like my sister. She has been there for the good and the bad. She has helped me through the worst moments of my life, as well as shared some of the best moments with me. when my world is going crazy, she can turn it around. When I'm down she's there pushing me to the top. When I need a friend she is always by my side. Sam, I turn to you. :-D
This girl is honestly the love of my life... in the girl form of course. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have my Sam.
Kendra is my down ass bitch. She's just one of those girls who is just FULL of shit to talk about. She's also a great partner in crime when I want to talk shit. And lets admit it. The lord knows I LOVES me a good shit talkin session. WooWee!
And MY BRIAN! AH! Words cannot explain how much I love this kid. Over the past year, this kid has taught me more about myself than I could of learned on my own... lock in a room... yada yada yada. He sees the real me... and he likes it for some odd reason. I'm not complaining. I've never had anyone treat me so well... It's one of those things you hope will never end, or change.
He's a keeper.
Ah. Okay. I'm done ranting about myself and my friends/parents/job.
Oh look. Its midnight. I'm 19. I don't feel any different. I don't feel any more mature... or responsible.
Bah! It's always such a buzz kill to have your birthday soo close to the first day of school.
I better get to bed or I'm never going to wake up tomorrow.
Oh! What's new in the world of Alex? Well summer is over, obviously. I didn't do much. Spent most of my time with my dear friends... and Brian. I loved it.
I gave up my Jetta. yeah. *gasp* I know! "How could he?!"
It had too many miles. Plus I got a sweet deal on a brand new fully loaded Nissan Sentra. Granted, it's not a 'me' car, but it suits my needs.
But believe you me when I tell you that giving up my lil Jetta was the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
It was like giving up my sick child... or an unsick child? Bad analogy... but you know what I mean.
So that about sums it up. Let the sleep and birthdays festivities commence. Another year down.