So far in my new city...

So far while I've been here, I've broken the washing machine (well, I thought I did, turns out it can only handle small loads) and I've also cut back on my smoking quite a bit. No smoking in the house here unless we're all drunk, which doesn't happen often, so as it is, I've made a pack last all week when normally I smoke a pack every two days. This is good news, both for my health, and for my empty wallet.

Job interview has come and gone. I walked into the room yesterday only to find out I was being interviewed by three people, a man and two women. They asked me some questions I didn't know the answer to, but I did my best to emphasize that I am just a young pup fresh out of university, and that I am willing and able to learn quickly. I did have them all laughing a couple of times, so maybe my shining personality will win me a few points. I'll either get it or I won't, so now I just wait and see. When I left, I walked right into some woman's office, thinking it was the stairs. Not my brightest moment.

I am starting to feel more at home here, and the feeling like I am leaving in a couple of days has faded almost to nothing. I have my own space in the bathroom and I do dishes and eat and all the normal stuff. I haven't been sleeping well, because The Boyfriend's bed is so uncomfortable, and his giant cat has taken a liking to me and now sleeps by my side (hogs the bed), and both the cat and The Boyfriend snore quite loudly. Ideally, my bed will be here next weekend, then we're moving into the other bedroom, where there is more space and more closets. More than likely, Giant Cat will still sleep pressed up against me, but at least the mattress will be soft.

All in all, I am very happy here. Four cats, quiet neighborhood, big backyard, people that clean up after themselves... Who knew I could be so happy living with a guy who thinks it's funny to wait until I'm spooning him before farting?

Here we go...

Well, I am officially moved to The Boyfriend's house, as of yesterday. The day before and the entire night, I just kept thinking "What am I doing?"... This is the farthest I've ever been from home, and it's kind of scary. I was nervous, and a little bit sad. However, yesterday morning, all those thoughts were gone, I packed up my stuff and left with nothing but excitement and impatience to be here. It's weird... I feel like I am leaving in a couple of days. It's going to take me a while to start feeling at home, I guess.

My first day here was fun. I had a lot of vodka, and went out to some country style bar packed with old people. I believe I drank my weight in liquor.

I have a job interview on Thursday, and I'm pretty excited about it. If I can land that job, I will be making good money and can afford to pay for my stupid car as well as rent, with money left over to have fun. Wish me luck!

I will update after the interview and let ya'll know how it went down.

Last week of classes... *snore*

I am in the final stretch, ladies and gentlemen! I have an exam next Tuesday and a take-home exam due next Friday, which is basically 20-or-so pages of blabbing about readings we have done over the semester. Not only has that class been so mind-numbingly boring that I discovered a whole new love for doodling, but my dog peed on my book that contains all of the readings. It's going to be fun looking through that for references.

Right now, it's looking like I am moving to FutureCity as soon as I am done exams, which would be the 18th, whether I have a job or not. The Boyfriend is willing to take care of me while I look for a job, and I have to admit, it'll be a hell of a lot easier to find one once I'm down there. His mom is living with him for the next couple of months, so we'll have some extra help while I job search.

I will not work at a fast food place. I did not spend four years at university to smell like a dirty French fry. No way in hell. This may sound like a terrible to say, but I am far too good for that.

I am heading to FutureCity this Thursday after classes and staying for Easter weekend. I am so excited to The Boyfriend, I get butterflies every time I think of it. Kind of corny, but whatever. I won't get to see my younger sister, when she comes home to the parents' for the weekend, but The Boyfriend said we'll head over to see her as soon as financially possible. Road trip!

This may be my last post as a student. The next time you hear from me, there is a good chance I will be living in FutureCity. *dances*

A little background info...

Okay, first of all, I haven't graduated yet, and I am still living at home. I'm just getting a head start on this whole blogging thing.

I have known nothing but school and summer jobs since I was a kid. I went straight from high school into university. I did move out from my parents' for the summer last year, but I was a short drive away and I always came home to do laundry. I have never been more than a fifteen-minute drive away from my mother. Oh, my wonderful mother, who has helped me financially a lot these past few months, who I love dearly, but at the same time, who drives me completely insane.

I have one week of classes left, and my actual graduation date is next month. As of right now, I am broke, and looking for a job in the city I plan on moving to. My reason for moving down there is to be with my boyfriend, whom I haven't been with for very long, but he's something special, so I'm taking the risk. Go me! I have known the guy for a couple of years, and he's my best friend, so I'm not completely crazy. If I can find a job down there, I will be moving as soon as my exams are done.

Am I excited? More than words can say. Scared? You bet. I have nothing holding me here besides my family, and I'll only be a few hours away from them. My sister (another best friend) already lives away from home, and I will probably see her more often once I move. I have one or two friends here, maybe, but for the most part, the people I know here are whiny and gossipy, and I don't like to associate with them. The people I have met so far in my boyfriend's city don't seem any better, some of them are actually downright weird, and maybe, in the future, I will blog about some of them, which brings me to my next point.

I will be blogging about the people I meet and the people I already know. I will not reveal their identities, although I will be brutally honest, maybe a little sarcastic, and I will be making fun of them. Everyone will get a nickname... this is going to be fun *evil grin* I do love picking on people, but I also pick on myself, so it's fair.

There's no denying I will miss home, but when I look ahead to this summer, I feel like there are adventures waiting to happen. A new chapter of my life is about to begin.