It has been FOREVER. I’ve been a busy little bee! Jk, I do nothing all day. Okay, that’s sort of a lie. I’ve been doing homework (had an 8 page literature review due last week for my Psych 201 class) and hanging out with my man friend. I refer to him as my man friend because I am hesitant to use the word boyfriend and he’s more than a friend, so… it’s either that or the old-fashioned gentleman caller. I’m like 100 years old so I should just give in and say gentleman caller. Did I ever mention I started collecting vintage brooches? Just to cement how old I am. Vintage brooches and cat statues… and the vintage brooches have given way to vintage jewelry of any kind. Necklaces, bracelets, cocktail rings… throw in the occasional super tacky knockoff Betsey Johnson charm bracelet from eBay… I’m basically the coolest. What can I say? I’ve been inspired by Mad Man. I rewatched the entire series (well, up until whatever season is currently on TV) last month. Now I’m trying to catch up on New Girl (Winston and the cat, OH LAWD, SO FUNNY) and How I Met Your Mother. Also trying to keep up with Sons of Anarchy and American Horror Story. Isn’t Dandy the scariest character on AHS? Even scarier than the clown!

I currently hate my job and am willing to take a pay cut to leave that hellhole. Sadly I’ve interviewed for 3 jobs (one was for HR and I realllllly wanted that one) and gotten none of them so I am feeling really discouraged. It’s not like I’m applying for jobs that are beyond my skills. The HR job was basically filing/answering questions at the front desk and I didn’t even get that. Feeling like I’m going to be stuck at my current shithole job is really depressing me. That and the fact that I’m 99.9% sure I have borderline personality disorder… ugh. JUST KILL ME. This is a good description of BPD if you’re interested in what it’s like to be in my head 24/7. Hint: IT IS GENERALLY TERRIBLE. I know I should see a doctor (my bestie is encouraging me to see his doctor because he thinks she will be more helpful than the ones I’ve seen already) but then I’ll just cry in front of the doctor and if there’s one thing I really hate it’s crying in front of other people… I mean, I hate a lot of things but I REALLY hate crying in front of people. If I ever cry in front of you it’s because I feel super comfortable with you and you should feel really proud.

So… that’s my life. I’m only taking two classes next semester even though I told myself I would take 3 each semester so I can graduate in a reasonable amount of time. It still is 7 credits of classes, which is half time, and I want to take an Excel class next semester and have work pay for it. I’ve been putting off doing my tuition reimbursement paperwork because me taking an Excel class is sort of… well, let’s just say even though I use Excel every day at work, it’s not like I do much more than inputting numbers in like, 5 spots. I really want to take it, though… one of the interviews had me do an Excel test and I didn’t do that great. Of course, I could have done worse, but taking an Excel class (a free one!) can only help me.

My bestie got me the Sims 4 for my birthday, so I’m going to go play that. Oh! Yes, it was my birthday. I am 30 now. SO. OLD. And I basically am terrible at life, I feel like I should have figured everything out by now. Or at least be on the right track instead of being at a shitty job I hate where I have to deal with the stupidest people I’ve ever met in my life (coworkers AND guests). Ugh, don’t let me get started. Anyway, I had a nice birthday. My sister made me a really cute wallet out of Star Wars fabric. She also got me the cutest hardcover copy of Little Women which is one of my favourite books. Apparently Puffin redid some of the covers of classic books (Little Women, Heidi, etc) and they are ADORABLE. My man friend got me everything I love (which means he does listen to me even if I think he doesn’t), which included a pumpkin candle, a little plush Grumpycat, a Grumpycat cup for work, and. birthday cake lipgloss.


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