Long time, no post.
It's been a rather uneventful few months.
I've been bonding with my kitty, who's lovely. She sleeps with me every night and cuddles with me when I wake up. She's the sweetest thing. It's so nice to have something of my own to love.
Joe and I are still together. It'll be four years in three weeks. We went through a super rough patch for quite a few months. Partially my fault. I was having a really hard time dealing with life for a while. Close to the point of needing to be put in Pine Rest, which is our mental health place. It was bad. But I have been put on another anti-depressant, along with the one I'm already on. It's helped dramatically. And it helped our relationship. Thankfully.
I still don't have a job. But after being put on Wellbutrin, I was confident enough and was ready to find a job. I got an email from Vanity, a juniors store in our mall, that said we're hiring. So I thought, why not? Around a week or two later, I got a call and set up an interview the next day. Got all ready, walked in and she said, "We're just waiting for four more girls." Oh lord. It was a group interview. I was scared to death. The other girls got there and we started. We were given a task of finding outfits for the situations they gave us. I did it and was super proud of myself. Then we went to the food court to start the interview. I was super confident and talkative and very optimistic. She said we'd find out sometime the next week. I never got my call.
It's alright though.
It's probably best because I still have my foot problem so I can't stand for more than an hour. And if I stand for that long, my back starts to hurt so bad I want to pull my spine out. And a sit down job wouldn't work either because my back hurts if I sit also. There's no happy medium.
But I've decided that I should go donate plasma. You can get about $200 a month for that. And since I have no bills, it works out okay. I just need enough money to get back on my feet and also fix my car. I have to schedule an appointment for a physical there so I can be approved for it. It's a 2 hour process. Oy.
As an anniversary present, celebration thing, whatever you want to call it, Joe and I went to a Marilyn Manson/Pretty Reckless concert on Sunday. It was so good. It was my first time seeing both and they were insane! I love their music so much. There was crazy diversity there. Older people, in their 60s, teens, people in just tee shirts and jeans, people with dreads and insane make up with chains and giant platforms, girls in super tight mini skirts with high heels. So weird.
We got there after 6pm. The doors were supposed to open at 6:30. They finally opened at about 7:30. There was probably around 1,000 people there. Half of them were hoping to get tickets at the door or from scalpers. We finally got in, bought shirts and found a seat. We weren't on the floor because I didn't want to get trampled and really couldn't see over tall people. Pretty Reckless was great (The lead singer was Cindy Loo-Hoo from How the Grinch Stole Christmas and Jenny Humphrey on Gossip Girl) And as always, Manson was awesome. It was hard to hear him talking because we were so far but it was still great. He kept throwing the mic stand after starting a song, the staff would pick it up and after a song, they'd put it back. This happened the whole show. It was hilarious. It was pouring when we got out of there so we ran to my car and left soon after. Turns out, the band hung out outside Sensations (a strip club next to the venue) and people could get autographs. THIS HAPPENS EVERY TIME.
Oh well.
My moms been having a hard time lately. Family drama is getting to her and I feel horrid about it. I hate seeing her upset. Since I want to cheer her up, I bought her a mothers day present. I don't usually because I don't have money, I just give her a card. She's wanted a real butterfly in a picture frame for years. And I've wanted to get her one for so long. So I went on Etsy and found one. I had it sent to my sisters house so she wouldn't suspect. I figured that since I wanted to cheer her up and get her something that she really wanted, $40 isn't going to kill me. It'll be totally worth it. I also plan on writing her a note, instead of getting her a card, just so she can know how much she means to me. I'm really excited.
Well, that's about it. I have a Twitter, Tumblr and Instagram. Twelvemonths for all of them. Add me, follow me, whichever. I'm on them all the time so you can keep up with me there if you'd like.
Hope everyone's well!
I've been bonding with my kitty, who's lovely. She sleeps with me every night and cuddles with me when I wake up. She's the sweetest thing. It's so nice to have something of my own to love.
Joe and I are still together. It'll be four years in three weeks. We went through a super rough patch for quite a few months. Partially my fault. I was having a really hard time dealing with life for a while. Close to the point of needing to be put in Pine Rest, which is our mental health place. It was bad. But I have been put on another anti-depressant, along with the one I'm already on. It's helped dramatically. And it helped our relationship. Thankfully.
I still don't have a job. But after being put on Wellbutrin, I was confident enough and was ready to find a job. I got an email from Vanity, a juniors store in our mall, that said we're hiring. So I thought, why not? Around a week or two later, I got a call and set up an interview the next day. Got all ready, walked in and she said, "We're just waiting for four more girls." Oh lord. It was a group interview. I was scared to death. The other girls got there and we started. We were given a task of finding outfits for the situations they gave us. I did it and was super proud of myself. Then we went to the food court to start the interview. I was super confident and talkative and very optimistic. She said we'd find out sometime the next week. I never got my call.
It's alright though.
It's probably best because I still have my foot problem so I can't stand for more than an hour. And if I stand for that long, my back starts to hurt so bad I want to pull my spine out. And a sit down job wouldn't work either because my back hurts if I sit also. There's no happy medium.
But I've decided that I should go donate plasma. You can get about $200 a month for that. And since I have no bills, it works out okay. I just need enough money to get back on my feet and also fix my car. I have to schedule an appointment for a physical there so I can be approved for it. It's a 2 hour process. Oy.
As an anniversary present, celebration thing, whatever you want to call it, Joe and I went to a Marilyn Manson/Pretty Reckless concert on Sunday. It was so good. It was my first time seeing both and they were insane! I love their music so much. There was crazy diversity there. Older people, in their 60s, teens, people in just tee shirts and jeans, people with dreads and insane make up with chains and giant platforms, girls in super tight mini skirts with high heels. So weird.
We got there after 6pm. The doors were supposed to open at 6:30. They finally opened at about 7:30. There was probably around 1,000 people there. Half of them were hoping to get tickets at the door or from scalpers. We finally got in, bought shirts and found a seat. We weren't on the floor because I didn't want to get trampled and really couldn't see over tall people. Pretty Reckless was great (The lead singer was Cindy Loo-Hoo from How the Grinch Stole Christmas and Jenny Humphrey on Gossip Girl) And as always, Manson was awesome. It was hard to hear him talking because we were so far but it was still great. He kept throwing the mic stand after starting a song, the staff would pick it up and after a song, they'd put it back. This happened the whole show. It was hilarious. It was pouring when we got out of there so we ran to my car and left soon after. Turns out, the band hung out outside Sensations (a strip club next to the venue) and people could get autographs. THIS HAPPENS EVERY TIME.
Oh well.
My moms been having a hard time lately. Family drama is getting to her and I feel horrid about it. I hate seeing her upset. Since I want to cheer her up, I bought her a mothers day present. I don't usually because I don't have money, I just give her a card. She's wanted a real butterfly in a picture frame for years. And I've wanted to get her one for so long. So I went on Etsy and found one. I had it sent to my sisters house so she wouldn't suspect. I figured that since I wanted to cheer her up and get her something that she really wanted, $40 isn't going to kill me. It'll be totally worth it. I also plan on writing her a note, instead of getting her a card, just so she can know how much she means to me. I'm really excited.
Well, that's about it. I have a Twitter, Tumblr and Instagram. Twelvemonths for all of them. Add me, follow me, whichever. I'm on them all the time so you can keep up with me there if you'd like.
Hope everyone's well!