So, it's been a month...What's changed? Not Much

Well, here I am, a little over a month older and almost in exactly the same place. Well, thats not comepletely true. Let's re-look at things.
Oh, Original Boy: Dealing with Original Boy has been rough. He's constantly thinks he is right, about everything, and he's so obviously not. (I mean, have you met me? I could smoke Ken Jennings at Jeopardy, really, no lie. Ask my ex-college roommate Nic for example.) He also hates most things I cook for him, although I am the next Nigella Lawson Domestic Goddess and cook amazingly. He hates onions. And green peppers. And garlic. That's like the Holy Trinity of cooking people, I mean really. He also lacks tact, so he just does things, and says things, and gives no real consideration about other people's feelings, mainly me. So, we have had many a "discussion" about our relationship and where its going. And really, currently, our relationship is great. Amazing, even. Through our discussions, he's become this great communicator, and while he still lacks tact, we're working on it. He also will eat my cooking and not say anything negative about it and has come to realize that I am not Dumb Ex-Sorority Girl who needs an explanation about how the World Series works (true convo ladies. I know boy stuff too) So maybe, one thing has fallen into place. He does love me. We did date for a year before that whole infactuation for Boy with Jorts thing happened and he was incredibly forgiving and overall lovely about the whole deal. Right now, we are in a good place. So, for that, I am happy. I also am back to living in sin with him. Judge if you must, but I could not live with my aunt any longer. It hurt. A lot.

The Daily Grind: I do have a job. But it's working retail. I am a manager. But a lot of people don't like me there, mainly because I'm new and do things differently, not because of my sparkling, shiny personality and snarky but hilarious comments about everything under the sun. My manager likes things Her way and I have yet to discover what Her way is, mainly because she will give me a task and then once I complete it, change everything because she likes Her way better. So, I spend a lot of my day walking on eggshells and redeeming 20% off Your Entire Purchase coupons. It's a job that's paying for Christmas. After Christmas, we'll stress about finding a REAL job, and I do have eight zillion applications out there for teaching jobs (my original and true calling) but I'm not going to stress about them now. I do think that getting another teaching job will vastly help me feel like my life has "started," mainly because I'll have a set schedule and I can start doing things that I want to do-random events here in Charlotte, hanging out with Original Boy when he has days off (which is Saturday and Sunday, you know, when normal people have days off) but mostly because I will have the money to do said things.

Randomness: My very very very favorite blogger Missy wrote me and said that God has put me exactly where I am supposed to be . Now, while I am a believer that God wants me here, I still have a constant desire to force my own plan on God. I want to teach. I want Original Boy to be THE ONE. I want to have the life I want. I pray, a lot, but my timeline and His are not one and the same, so the waiting is hard. I'm not where I want to be, but I'm better than I was a month ago. Hopefully, I will be better than this a month from now. It will be Christmas and that is my favorite holiday.

Last thing: Lovelys, Election Day is Tuesday. Please go vote. It's important. Especially this election. I also don't care who you vote for, just don't vote Straight Ticket. It's for idiots who are blind to indifference. I will automatically judge you as Not Worth My Time if you do this. You should vote for the person and NOT the party. I have been both a registered Republican (because if you're born and raised in the South, you always are at one time) and a registered Deomcrat (because I went to college and dang it, you're allowed to change your mind.) Currently, I'm a registered Independent, and voting for the Democrat for President and the Republican for Governor. Just go vote. We didn't fight the British so we wouldn't be guilty by association for bad teeth and worse food. We also didn't do it because we didn't want to pay taxes, as it says in the amazing cult classic, Dazed and Confused. We did it because we wanted to tax ourselves. It's your money loves. (Getting down off soapbox)

I'll post more often, I promise...I know you love me
Peace Out

So far, we're about two years behind schedule...and counting

Now, maybe it's just me, but I was under the impression that after I graduated from college that my life was going to happen. You know, like that the second I got my diploma, it was a signal to all those great things to come, to well, come. So far, I am 24, and I have yet to see anything materialize into something amazing, spectacular, wonderful, mindblowing, or fantastic. In all fairness, I would also settle for something normal-a steady boyfriend, a steady job, a steady homelife, a steady network of friends, a steady life. Currently, I have none of those. In fact, right now, life is at a stand still. I'm treading water in the vast pool of existance and not really getting a whole lot accomplished. I feel like a failure and there doesn't seem to be a anyone/thing telling me that I am highly mistaken on that front. Let's look at my situation:

On the boyfriend front: Now, being single is OK, sure. There are a zillion and one chick lit books out there about single girls who triumph over life and love and are happy and better for it. (Not that I read those books or anything, I think they're trash and automatically judge anyone as stupid if you read them, but whatever.) And that's great really. I would have no problem being single if it weren't for Facebook. Facebook is the devil, literally, because it constantly makes it its job to alert me when one of my sorority sisters gets engaged. Or my friends from high school. Or my teacher friends. Apparently, this is the time when all my friends get engaged and show off their bling and then get married and post a zillion and seven pictures of their dress and cake and bridesmaids and reception. Really it's just gross for those of us who semi-single. I say "semi" because I date a boy who I broke up with to date a boy who I met while he was wearing jorts. Yes, you heard me correctly. Jorts. I really thought I could fix him. But there is no fixing bad taste ladies. None at all, so don't try. You will be very disapointed. But his friends were fabulous, his parents would have made great in-laws and he was super hawt. You know, without the jorts. But I realized the error of my ways and am back with Original Boy. Who is fabulous, PS, he's just very anal and most of the time stresses me out. Do I love him? Yes. Do I think he would make a great husband? Yes, amazing. For me? I don't know. I do know that I am unsatisfied with said relationship and would like it fixed immediately, please.

J-O-B: I had my dream job-working for a political campaign. Except there was a change in management. And the guy we got, he sucked, BIG TIME. And treated me like I was expendable, ie: taking away my laptop after he gave it to me to ensure I wouldn't have to bring mine from home everyday, making me go to meetings after hours so that he could not listen to any of my suggestions or comments, not supplying any sort of gratitude after I pulled an all-nighter, literally staying at the office for almost 48 hours straight to save the campaign from a financial ficasco. I could go on, but I won't, because I like you. So, when I went to discus with him what the slight was for, he decided that it would be best if I was let go, with severence, which is nice, but further cemented the fact that he was 1. a jerk, and 2. my services would be better elsewhere. So currently, I do nothing, but hang out at the house and get fat, literally. I am the heaviest I have ever been, ever. I eat because I'm bored, not because I'm depressed. I need a job. Taking offers for ideas.

Home Sweet Home? I live with my aunt. Who's 57, but thinks she's going to die like tomorrow. She's crazy. She has had me go through her house and point out what I want her to will to me when she dies. I also can't tough anything it her house becasue "it's an antique. My (insert family member here) gave that to (insert another family member here). It's very valuable." Yeah, right. It's miserable. Since I have no job, I can't afford anywhere else, so don't ask why I haven't moved out.

So, those are really the highpoints of my life right now. All stimulating, I know. Or depressing, either way. So when does something exciting get to happen to me? I really thought by now I would have an AMAZING job, be in an AMAZING relationship, and have an AMAZING place to live. I would even take one of these to be simply good. So far, nada. And it's not like I'm not trying. I apply everywhere so that I can have said AMAZING job so that I can afford said AMAZING place to live. The boy I can settle taking a backseat right now, because I do semi-have someone. But currently, I am waiting. Waiting for my life to start.