Time: 7:48pm
State of Being: just relaxing
Song lyric in my head: i've been traveling on this road so long
current desire: eh. kind of desireless
where am I?: in da bedroom on da bed
what's that noise?: russ playing smash brothers
soooo the last time i actually frequented bloop, i lived up in Georgia with my psychotic alcoholic junkie of an ex-boyfriend, Trey. i lacked a lot of happiness. and time due to the fact i was pretty much working for the both of us. well life did a 360 on me.
i've been living in back in FL for over 2 years now. I grew up here. My dad's here. Most of my friends are here. And well now i'm back here. I needed a start-over. Something to get my mind back to who I used to be. Well at least close to it. I had to remember what I used to love. Since then I've been an amazing man named Russ. We moved in together over a year ago. (yeh i know a bad habit. but it wasn't so bad this time) He is the greatest. GREATEST person ever.
I think I've been on Bloop a few times since moving back to FL. but nothing significant.
I stopped writing. Not out of choice, but that part of me died for a while. I've been slowly getting back into the habit again. I missed it so much. And Bloop. There's been a void in me for a while now and I definitely believe not being here has something to do with that.
I grew up a lot. Yet I'm still hyper blonde and random. (go figure)
I don't know what else to comment on since then. Trey still stalks me on myspace. *rolls eyes* I get random creepy messages all the time. He created a whole new myspace based off the main character in the novel he's writing. I have a character in that novel and he sends her (me) messages from him. It's so weird. I laugh.
I work at Wal-Mart Pharmacy. I want to go back to school to get my teaching certificate. I've decided to become a middle school drama teacher. I'm deadset on fulfilling this goal. The pharmacy is a good back-up job, but not what i want to be doing for the rest of my life. Too many cranky people. WAY too many cranky people. I'm not a fan of being yelled at constantly. I thought Boston Market had evil mean bitchy customers. Nope. they were trained by pharmacy customers to be brats.. urgh. so yeh. not my lifelong plan to be constantly bitched at by unhappy people. who bitch more when i offer to help and can't.
I have this thing where i feel it necessary to help everyone. i can't stop myself. Russ says I have a hero-like syndrome. And if i can't make somebody right again, i beat myself up for it. yayfun!
ermmmmmmm i dunno. let's talk about today.
today i worked from 9 to 530. i came home. the boys. (oh yeh our friend lew is living with us that's a story for later) were playing smash brothers.
oh yeh i work with meghan (best friend). who's calling me now bored from work. go figure. gotta answer the phone.
lol
-mel-
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That's creepy about Trey.