|first entry in over one year
||[Mar. 15th, 2008|08:31 pm]
|||||Danielle playing our piano||]|
If this doesn't sound coherent or if my grammar is worse than that of a 5 year old, it's because I'm drunk *giggles*
Holy fucking shit. I'm using LJ. Maybe I've just gotten sick of being a hermit. Who the fuck knows? I sure as hell don't. So what has been going on in my life? I finally went back to R-MWC and graduated with degree with which I intend to do nothing, so it seems kind of pointless. To tell you the truth, I've been contemplating going back to school for something that I would actually enjoy. As I see it, there are two options: Nursing (I could make good money doing that) or forensics (I'm not so sure about the money, but at least it would be stimulating.). The only drawback regarding going back to school is the fact that I wouldn't have time to do the things that I enjoy.
I've recently started skateboarding (for real). I'm not that great and probably never will be, but it makes me feel so happy and free. I can drop in on a half-pipe and pretty much ride any ramp (not such an accomplishment considering I see ankle biters doing back side tailslides down rails that surpass them in height). I would really love to kill at street, but let's face it...I can't jump very high, and you can generally only ollie as high as you can jump. This makes me think that vert is going to be where I excel...even if no one cares about it. Enough about skating....
In terms of my personal life, Danielle and I have celebrated our three year anniversary. It really doesn't feel like it's been three years, but time seems to fly the older I get. I'm more in love with her than ever. I'm not saying that we don't have our issues, but I know that she is the one. Most of our problems have to do with the fact that I project a lot of my insecurities. The biggest issue is the fact that I cannot accept the fact that I am bisexual. I can't really say that I have ever been involved with a decent guy. Furthermore, I have my fair share of trauma because of certain experiences with them. Needless to say, when she realized that she likes some guys (a very select few), I grew very insecure. Mainly because I felt the same way. I hated it. It was, and still is, difficult for me to accept after what I have experienced. It was ( and sometimes still is) pretty rough for awhile because I was taking my own self-disgust out on her. Yeah....maybe it's pathetic. Nonetheless, she understands now that I am finally talking about it. She actually knew the truth about me before I could admit it to myself. Isn't it ironic how that works?
My job is...well, it's a job. I work in the billing department of an insurance company. It's definitely not something that I want to do forever. It's a great company...but I hate billing. If I don't go back to school for nursing or forensics I'm probably going to go into underwriting or actuarial analysis.
Well, kiddies, It's time for me to go right now. If anyone still reads this, let me know.