Bubbly
It seems that things have turned for the better in the last two weeks. I am happy, content, and just loving everything about life. Of course there was drama, my life always has drama, but this time most of it is not of my making, but rather just observations of those around me. It's been nice sitting back and watching the fireworks rather then setting them off.
The drama side of things center around 2 things: my roommates and ryan. I love my roommates, they are great, they are good friends, they just don't have a grasp on reality AT ALL. Carly seems to think she is ready to get married and have kids and start a life. Mind you, she does not have a job, not even a 1/4 time job, her mom pays all her bills, and she is in extreme credit card debt. Now instead of trying to get a job and pay her own way through life, she takes days and days to "unwind and just do homework." She does neither. She sits and watches movies or goes and blows money on things she can not afford. Tom knows he is not ready for marriage, emotionally, mentally and financially. He told her that, she doesn't want to accept it. It's like she is sooooo dependant on him it's ridiculous. I give major props to tom for telling her exactly what he wants to do before he proposes.
Then carly starts in on how she wants tom to get a stable job, (he has one, it pays well, and he likes it, and it is a good profession...and she has none of these, ahahaha, hypocrisy at it's finest), and she wants him to only be with her (she freaks out when he goes to play pool with the boys while she is at class and gets even madder when he doesn't sit at home and wait for her to get there), and she thinks all these issues are magically going to be taken care of by her not saying anything, or by them getting married. Because apparently marriage solves EVERYTHING. All your problems magically disappear. Just FYI for those of you who didn't know that.
Watching them fight and just observing in general, is making me that much more prepared for when I do get in a relationship, I know exactly what to do, what not to do, what is fair and what is not. Weird how that happens.
I finally cut the ties with ryan. I severed my terrible relationship with him, have not spoken to him, have not thought about him, and have not seen him in two weeks. I feel better about myself in general. No more booty calls that left me feeling like a whore, like an honest to god whore, only I didn't get paid. It wasn't worth it. I deserve better, and I got better.
I met a new guy a few weeks ago, Chris. He is an electrician from salem (eventhough I did not meet him at my electrical wholesaler job, funny how life throws things at you like that), is 28, and is pretty much amazing. I have full faith that all my friends would wholeheartedly approve. He makes me laugh, and smile, and feel good about myself and relationships in general. It is glorious feeling to be happy again.
I am also working crazy ass hours at the hospital, but I am LOVING my job. I get to learn everything, and it is a great experience for pretty much any job or school I decide to apply to later. I finally put in my notice at the electrical place. Only because I am working, and have been working upwards of 60 hours a week for the past two months. I am killing myself, and that just won't do anymore.
I feel like I have more to say and more to write and more to gush about, and believe me I do, but for now I am going to go and pretend I am doing something (the lab gets really, really, really slow and boring from 1-5 AM every morning). Latro!
The drama side of things center around 2 things: my roommates and ryan. I love my roommates, they are great, they are good friends, they just don't have a grasp on reality AT ALL. Carly seems to think she is ready to get married and have kids and start a life. Mind you, she does not have a job, not even a 1/4 time job, her mom pays all her bills, and she is in extreme credit card debt. Now instead of trying to get a job and pay her own way through life, she takes days and days to "unwind and just do homework." She does neither. She sits and watches movies or goes and blows money on things she can not afford. Tom knows he is not ready for marriage, emotionally, mentally and financially. He told her that, she doesn't want to accept it. It's like she is sooooo dependant on him it's ridiculous. I give major props to tom for telling her exactly what he wants to do before he proposes.
Then carly starts in on how she wants tom to get a stable job, (he has one, it pays well, and he likes it, and it is a good profession...and she has none of these, ahahaha, hypocrisy at it's finest), and she wants him to only be with her (she freaks out when he goes to play pool with the boys while she is at class and gets even madder when he doesn't sit at home and wait for her to get there), and she thinks all these issues are magically going to be taken care of by her not saying anything, or by them getting married. Because apparently marriage solves EVERYTHING. All your problems magically disappear. Just FYI for those of you who didn't know that.
Watching them fight and just observing in general, is making me that much more prepared for when I do get in a relationship, I know exactly what to do, what not to do, what is fair and what is not. Weird how that happens.
I finally cut the ties with ryan. I severed my terrible relationship with him, have not spoken to him, have not thought about him, and have not seen him in two weeks. I feel better about myself in general. No more booty calls that left me feeling like a whore, like an honest to god whore, only I didn't get paid. It wasn't worth it. I deserve better, and I got better.
I met a new guy a few weeks ago, Chris. He is an electrician from salem (eventhough I did not meet him at my electrical wholesaler job, funny how life throws things at you like that), is 28, and is pretty much amazing. I have full faith that all my friends would wholeheartedly approve. He makes me laugh, and smile, and feel good about myself and relationships in general. It is glorious feeling to be happy again.
I am also working crazy ass hours at the hospital, but I am LOVING my job. I get to learn everything, and it is a great experience for pretty much any job or school I decide to apply to later. I finally put in my notice at the electrical place. Only because I am working, and have been working upwards of 60 hours a week for the past two months. I am killing myself, and that just won't do anymore.
I feel like I have more to say and more to write and more to gush about, and believe me I do, but for now I am going to go and pretend I am doing something (the lab gets really, really, really slow and boring from 1-5 AM every morning). Latro!