*peeks head around the corner*
I can only say that 2011 continues to be awesome. While I haven't composed my End of Year entry, I know it's going to be a humdinger. I have sporadically written in the planner since October-ish, so a lot will be about memory and cell phone messages. I still haven't organized my computer room, which is another reason I haven't updated. Part of me thinks it is going to be one of my resolutions; I just have no motivation to do anything to that room. I just know it's going to be a long and arduous process where I need to file things and the OCD will take over and the mania will take me into other rooms, and it's just going to be a hot mess.
So a mini-update instead of that depressing entry I had. I told my parents I wasn't moving back to Florida; I was too miserable to consider it. Now, I have no exit strategy, which makes me antsy, and that's strange of its own regard. Once I get my office together, I will be looking to grad schools in order to get more initials after my name. I need to get more education and be able to practice; this has been fun, but if I'm going to live in Baltimore semi-permanently and I'm no longer killing time, then I need to do something with my life. My job will be changing once we move to the new building, where I'll work for our drop-in center. It'll go back to direct care, which I've missed. I have carved a niche for myself by just answering phones, but if they're obliterating the building, then I can make my brain think that the drop-in center is the next logical course of action. Fidget and I are still going strong; he's actually still sleeping on the deflated funhouse bed while I type this entry at Kayrin and Otter Bucket's. I've met most of his family, gone out to dinner with his sister and brother-in-law several times (I'll need more pseudonyms), and we're progressing nicely. I have no idea if what we have is normal, but I think we're the most abnormal couple EVAR.
In short, I got nothing. Or everything. Depends on how you look at it. I haven't really been talking on the phone because I have nothing to complain about; I've become that chick who wants to cook, watch TV with her boyfriend, and go to sleep. I never thought I'd write that sentence, but then again, a lot about Fidget has my brain going, "Who ARE you?" I will write that update; it'll be long and crayzee. 2010 was a ridiculous hootenanny, and I think Fidget came along in the right time because I very well could have ended up dead. I was leading down the path of unrighteousness, and that's just Bad News Bear.
I need to put that office together; I'm tired of being disconnected from my world. I haven't read journals in Lord only knows how long, I very rarely look at facebook, and I just went through 300 emails since I don't think I've checked it since I was in Florida. I have a theory, that since I'm more physically connected to Baltimore (MFNJ coming down, Fidget being with me most nights, coworkers stopping by), I've let less-physical means of communication fall by the wayside (phone calls, emails). I could just be lazy, but I like having a way to explain it. Naturally, I still answer my phone, and my text message alert goes off ALL the TIME, but it's not the same. I don't know if it has to do with my TV shows, either. Since some aren't on air right now (Glee), and others messed up routine (Supernatural when it moved to Friday nights), I no longer have that urge to call Smurf on her way home from class or Hunny during the commercials.
Meh. It'll shake out. Once I get that office back together, I'll write down syrupy ponderings and get out the creative side of me which have been suffocating the past couple of months. I'll be able to work out whatever in font, and then maybe I'll make more phone calls. I just went through one of the toughest decisions in my life; telling my parents "no." I want to have something to show them when they come up in April. I want them to see what I've "left" them for instead of some haphazard thrown-together apartment. It's no longer Apartment Six, which was just an overgrown dorm room. It's my home...
... I'm going to make it reflect that.
So a mini-update instead of that depressing entry I had. I told my parents I wasn't moving back to Florida; I was too miserable to consider it. Now, I have no exit strategy, which makes me antsy, and that's strange of its own regard. Once I get my office together, I will be looking to grad schools in order to get more initials after my name. I need to get more education and be able to practice; this has been fun, but if I'm going to live in Baltimore semi-permanently and I'm no longer killing time, then I need to do something with my life. My job will be changing once we move to the new building, where I'll work for our drop-in center. It'll go back to direct care, which I've missed. I have carved a niche for myself by just answering phones, but if they're obliterating the building, then I can make my brain think that the drop-in center is the next logical course of action. Fidget and I are still going strong; he's actually still sleeping on the deflated funhouse bed while I type this entry at Kayrin and Otter Bucket's. I've met most of his family, gone out to dinner with his sister and brother-in-law several times (I'll need more pseudonyms), and we're progressing nicely. I have no idea if what we have is normal, but I think we're the most abnormal couple EVAR.
In short, I got nothing. Or everything. Depends on how you look at it. I haven't really been talking on the phone because I have nothing to complain about; I've become that chick who wants to cook, watch TV with her boyfriend, and go to sleep. I never thought I'd write that sentence, but then again, a lot about Fidget has my brain going, "Who ARE you?" I will write that update; it'll be long and crayzee. 2010 was a ridiculous hootenanny, and I think Fidget came along in the right time because I very well could have ended up dead. I was leading down the path of unrighteousness, and that's just Bad News Bear.
I need to put that office together; I'm tired of being disconnected from my world. I haven't read journals in Lord only knows how long, I very rarely look at facebook, and I just went through 300 emails since I don't think I've checked it since I was in Florida. I have a theory, that since I'm more physically connected to Baltimore (MFNJ coming down, Fidget being with me most nights, coworkers stopping by), I've let less-physical means of communication fall by the wayside (phone calls, emails). I could just be lazy, but I like having a way to explain it. Naturally, I still answer my phone, and my text message alert goes off ALL the TIME, but it's not the same. I don't know if it has to do with my TV shows, either. Since some aren't on air right now (Glee), and others messed up routine (Supernatural when it moved to Friday nights), I no longer have that urge to call Smurf on her way home from class or Hunny during the commercials.
Meh. It'll shake out. Once I get that office back together, I'll write down syrupy ponderings and get out the creative side of me which have been suffocating the past couple of months. I'll be able to work out whatever in font, and then maybe I'll make more phone calls. I just went through one of the toughest decisions in my life; telling my parents "no." I want to have something to show them when they come up in April. I want them to see what I've "left" them for instead of some haphazard thrown-together apartment. It's no longer Apartment Six, which was just an overgrown dorm room. It's my home...
... I'm going to make it reflect that.