I'm alive...
LOL. It finally resorted to Batpez asking - kickass. I'm just really busy, honestly. I've started online school at FSU, and my Social Methods course is kicking my ass. I've got a new boyfriend - Rob. Long story short, I realized how fucked up Chris & I had gotten romantically and ended it shortly before my 22nd birthday. I met Rob shortly thereafter...and, well, we both think it was meant to be in some kind of weird way that only movies know. He has a three year old son, Matthew, who has turned my life into an all-out adventure. In both good and bad ways, mind you. I now realize why being a single parent or teenage parent is a bitch and a half, to put it lightly. But he's a great kid, and I love them both. Add working, taking care of the house, and finally having a social life to the point where I barely spend any part of the weekends at my house anymore... yeah. Oh, and I have discovered the healing powers of alcohol... or, at least, alcohol-induced my-karaoke-sucks dancing. That's right folks. I finally got so drunk, I danced in front of strangers... badly, I might add. But yeah... it's an adventure. So yes, I am alive. But there won't be much till May with the way my classes are going... surveys are a legal form of death. That's all I have to say about that. |
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