Today marks the first week of having the new place. It's been a very long and stressful week. Most everything is moved in now, I think there are still a couple boxes of stuff at the old house and I am certainly missing quite a few clothes that somehow got scattered all about.
The neighbor's children are going to pose a problem. Reid and I both work late and therefore sleep late. The kids next door seem to have no concept of the idea of "inside voices" so bright and early at 7am we are awakened by screaming until they get packed up and sent off to school. Funny thing is that is basically the only time we ever hear them. If it keeps up I'm going to have to go over there and ask them to tell their kids to stop screaming at the top of their lungs when playing in the house. I grew up in apartments, and I know for a fact you can be quiet and still have fun.
Other than that there are very few complaints with the new place. The only ones that come to mind is that there is very little cabinet space in the kitchen (but a nice empty space that will be big enough for a nice set of shelves) and right now we currently have ZERO water pressure in the shower (which I am hoping can be remedied by just replacing the shower head?)
It really is ridiculous at how little water comes out. It feels like a baby is peeing on your head. I gave up after about 5 minutes and my hair barely being wet. I sat on the floor of the tub and tried to get my head under the main faucet to wash it.
That is definitely not going to happen again. I need my shower dangit!

It's definitely really lonely over there. Until last night Reid has just been staying at his house to take care of the animals. I'm hoping we can get things arranged to get my furry babies back home soon. It's also really quiet because I still don't have my computer, which means no music, or movies, or anything. The Internet was just put in on Friday. It's definitely not Fios! But I'm sure I will get used to it.
I'm hoping people will start visiting me now that I have the space for people to come over and it's not a disaster zone haha.

In other life news, work is going well, it's way too hot outside... E3 has been intriguing and I'm looking forward to all the new developments.

I'm thinking of going downtown tonight, but my head kind of hurts. I might just stay home and veg on the couch and maybe make some soup!

I'm back!

I can honestly say that I have never in my life had so much fun on a vacation as I did this past weekend. Usually when I go on vacations I get super stressed out and worry over making sure everyone else is having a good time (ruining my time in the process. I know, I'm a dunce.)
We left Friday afternoon and went to Cape Charles and ate at a little bar there (way too expensive so I didn't eat much of anything) and then we went for a little kayak trip around the gut their house sits next to.
Saturday was Reid's birthday, we woke up at like 1pm and went on another little kayaking trip before coming home to eat steak and watch Muppet Treasure Island. We also went and got smoothies at a little place called the Matchipongo Trading Company. Reid got me one of their tie-dyed shirts!! It's really quite awesome. He said he had the best birthday he could remember having in a long time, and that his one wish for his birthday was fulfilled (that we would be able to go to the beach house for the weekend and actually have a good time... unlike when I went down last year just a week after getting discharged. I spent basically the whole weekend catatonic on the couch from all the anti-anxiety and pain killers I was on. Not.Fun.)
Sunday we went fishing with his dad on their boat. We didn't catch anything but I had a lot of fun just getting to fish again (my dad, until last year, has been promising me every single year for the past 12 years to take me fishing, and this year I decided not to wait on him anymore.) we found an old VHS copy of Jurassic Park and had a lot of fun watching that. Reid's mom and I took turns with the crossword puzzle book. We completed quite a few.

All in all we watched Muppet Treasure 3 times, went on 4 kayaking trips, ate 5 steaks (and 6 chicken boobs), played with 7 five-week old westie puppies and... well that's all I have left of listing stuff in numerical order, but...

If I had to rate it, this vacation went all the way to 11.

Today went a lot better than I expected it to. I didn't sleep worth anything and the little I did sleep I was haunted by horrible nightmares (I really wish I could just have normal dreams.
I had an interview with the district manager about moving up to a keyholding position. I also met the guy who is going to be the new manager of my store. They both really liked me and want to move me up but they are going to make sure I am ready first since I have only been back for less than 3 weeks! It's nice to be back in a company where the management likes me and wants to help me move on up in the world.
I went back to my old house and packed up some more things. In all reality most of the stuff I moved in with is still in it's boxes since there was no place to put it (since the landlord didn't move any of his stuff out...) so all that's really left to do is pick it up and move it to the new place! My mom is going with me tomorrow to check out our new place and to help me come up with a gameplan on where everything is going to go.
Oh, in shocking news, my sister apologized to me. It really did mean a lot so I told her I forgive her and that I do love her (I really do, even if I can't stand her, I do love her). Hopefully one day she will grow up and mature, not only so I can stand to be around her but I also think she will be much happier when she gains some insight on herself and stuff.

I am dead beat. I can't wait for the beach this weekend. I'm really trying to just settle down after all the drama yesterday, but I can't help but feel like a shit storm is on the horizon.

Then again, I'm paranoid as fuck so I'm sure everything is ok.

:I need to vent a little, so please bear with me:

Today, my sister texted me and asked if she could come by the house and pick up her guitar I borrowed a while back. I said it was fine with me but she should let my roommate know since I wasn't there (I haven't even been there in almost a month). Now, I should have known this was going to be a mistake. The last time I let her over at my house she almost ruined basically my entire relationship with the rest of my family.

Let me back track.

A few months ago my sister asked if she could come over and spend the night since she had to work early in the morning on my side of town. I figured it would be fine so I consented. She came over and my roommate, Reid, and her stayed up all night making a tent-fort and drinking while I went to bed early because I had work. I figured they might have a couple of drinks but that also since she was underage I would rather her drink in my house where she wasn't going to get in trouble or hurt or anything. I woke up the next morning and found out she had called out of work because she was hungover and didn't really think anything of it. I figured everyone had a good time, no one got hurt, and that everything was pretty hunky-dory.
Until she went back to my mom's house.
Where she proceeded to backstab me.
She told my mom that my boyfriend was an alcoholic (yeah, she left out the part where SHE got trashed with him) and that there was pot in the house (ok, there was, but you know what? She had to SNOOP to find that.) and that Reid was generally an abusive guy (I have no idea where the hell that came from.)
I was mortified. First of all, you don't come into my house and get drunk and then go home to mom and talk about my alcoholic boyfriend who doesn't drink but socially and leave out the part that he got drunk because YOU were getting drunk as well.
Oh, and she smoked while she was there too. Not a big fucking deal in my opinion, again, it was in a safe environment, but you don't go home and say that my boyfriend is a drug addict when you were doing it too.
She told my mom all this under the guise of, "being worried about me" but that is utter bullshit in my opinion. Before she went home tattling to mom about what happened at my house she had just been caught shoplifting and was summarily banned for life from her favourite store.

Anyways, that brings me to today.
Her guitar was about 3 feet from the front door where I had left it a looong ass time ago. I didn't mind her coming and picking it up since it was right there in front of the door. No need to go digging through anything. Well, apparently she thought it was appropriate to go to the back of the house to my bedroom and bathroom and then tell me how I am retarded and gross and lazy because my house is a mess since I haven't been living there for a month and am in the process of trying to move out. I haven't been living there because Reid's parents have been gone all month on business trips and needed someone to watch the dog, in combination with the fact that my roommate has been a little lax of late with cleanliness and one of the last times I went back to stay at the house for the weekend before leaving I was literally throwing up because the place smelled so bad (no idea what had happened that week I was gone but neither Reid nor I could stay there anymore.)
I know the place didn't look the greatest, I haven't done anything to it in a month except take stuff out, but who is she to call me names and tell me I'm lazy? Why the hell was she in my room and bathroom anyways?? I asked my roommate if she had needed to go to the bathroom or whatever but he said that she didn't to his knowledge and has no idea why she felt the need to go all around the house. Not only that but I was just trying to make general conversation with her when she felt the need to be a total bitch to me.
Am I overreacting? Was that in any way appropriate?

I pulsed earlier about how if she weren't my sister I would have nothing to do with her. I hate to say it, it really does pain me to feel that way, but it's true. She is a liar, she likes to stir up trouble, and she is absolutely impossible to reason with. Every single time I've ever tried to talk to her about some of the things she has done that hurt me, she tells me to shut up and that she doesn't want to talk about it. I know I will never get an apology, and as much as I want to forgive her, it's hard to when I know she feels no remorse.

I just don't know what to do other than to just cut off ties with her. I mean, at this point I am not going to have a healthy and constructive relationship with her so why waste my time, energy, and emotions?

Has anyone else ever been through something similar? How did you handle it?

I have to say, I am honestly looking forward to the world post-rapture.

For one, there will be a lot less hypocrisy I will have to deal with on a daily basis (meaning, I will no longer have people telling me how wrong I am in the way I live my life when they aren't any better).
I will be able to walk out in the campus of my school without some crazy preacher telling everyone they are going to hell.
I won't have people constantly trying to "win me back" or drag me into stupid conversations asking me why I hate Christianity (for the record, I don't. I just hate the way I have been abused by so-called Christians and especially the abuse I suffered in church. I think Jesus has a good message, just be nice to people. But I really don't like the way his followers twist his message).
In general, my own life will be filled with a lot less frustration. Personally, I know a lot of people who claim to be going to heaven (including my own biological father) who would really just ruin paradise for me so if that means I get to spend it in hell, so be it. Spending eternity with them would be waaaay worse.

Anyways, anyone else looking forward to the post-rapture world?

... is an understatement.

So here's a quick rundown of yesterday's events:

Woke up late'ish after staying up til 4am playing L.A. Noire (I am so in love with this game!) got ready to go and run our various errands (which took a lot of coaxing to get R moving since he didn't sleep well at all and was not at all excited about the dinner engagement we had with my parents. Since I came back from Texas my parent's and R have only been in the same room together twice. I don't want to get into it, but I think things are looking better.)
I had to run to the house while grumpy was dragging his feet and try to find all his DMV and car insurance paperwork since his insurance ran out and he was trying to switch providers anyways. I found all the stuff, but not his registration (which has gotten lost somewhere...) and made it back just in time to hop back into the car and take him to his doctor's appointment.
Thankfully, the appointment didn't take too long and we were off to go mow his parent's office and then get his car insurance.
And guess who locked the keys in the car?
Yeah.
R got his brother to come and get us (which is a miracle because that kid sleeps like 20 hours a day, and never answers his phone) and we went back to our house to try to find my spare key.
To no avail.
In the middle of all this I remembered my step-dad put me on his AAA account! They came out and had the door open in less than a minute (which reminds me, I need to get working on my licensing...) so while R was getting his insurance I went and filled up the car and got ready to go to my parents.

Dinner was actually quite nice despite the "exciting" day. My mom made my favourite meal in celebration of my promotion as well as the promotions of R and my little sister. We didn't get to stay as long as we would have liked because we needed to get back in time to rest up before R's double shift today. Came home and was all ready to just veg on the couch and catch up on my Internet stuffs when I saw my powercord was not glowing like it should have been. I tried plugging it into another outlet before I inspected the cord and found Wedge's teeth marks.
He is so lucky that he is so incredibly cute.

This next week I'm working a lot of double shifts (good for the money, not so good when preparing to move). I am in the middle of doing all our laundry right now so we will have clean clothes when we move (and in the mean time) and hopefully I will be able to get the house mostly packed up in the few spare hours I have next week. I mean, most of my stuff is still packed up because there was no place to put it in this house since my landlord didn't move ANYTHING out. I guess that's the one good thing that has come out of this so far.

Oh! And we get to go to the beach next week for R's birthday! He's been saying that all he wanted this year was for us to go to the beach with his family and have a good time (last year we went right after I had come home, and I was a total mess. I just remember crying the entire time because I was having so many panic attacks. This year should be quite fun!)

So yeah, that's my boring update. I can't wait til we are all settled and I have enough money for a powercord so I can keep reading all the interesting things that go on around here.

Dear Crush(ed),

I don't even know how or where to begin this, so I guess I will just cut to the chase.
You really fucking annoy me. I know you have a crush on me but no, the feelings are not mutual. No, I will not respond, "I love you too" when you tell me you love me. Who the fuck are you to think that YOU love ME? You don't even know me, I mean, we met online for fucking sakes! I have no idea what I was thinking when you convinced me to give you my phone number. Man, I was so fucking weak, and you played in it because you're a manipulative dick.
I don't care that you only shop at Brooks Brothers and that you "know" a ton of languages and that you are so much smarter than me (I beg to differ, you just had more fortunate circumstances when it came to a higher education. You were raised with a silver spoon shoved up your ass where I had to work for e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g. I say I'm smarter than you since I literally taught myself everything since I was 8 years old).
To top this all off you insensitive and stuck up douche, you know I have a boyfriend. Who lives with me. Who sleeps in my bed and yet you think it's appropriate to call me at 2 a.m. and leave frantic messages telling me to call you asap, and when, in a moment of stupidity because I just don't want bad things happening to anyone I call you back only to find out you made the whole fucking thing up just so you could, "hear my voice." If I didn't have to jump through hoop after hoop just to block a number (thanks Verizon, you all are irritating) you would have been blocked a long time ago. Now I just get to ignore and delete the plethora of irritating texts and voicemails I get from you on a daily basis.
So yeah, don't expect me to be returning any of those messages anymore. I'm truly fed up with you. I pity your pathetic existence if I'm like the only person you think you stand a chance with.
Even if I was single, I still wouldn't pick you. I think I'd go with the other dude who has been sexually harassing me for the past 2 months.

Please, leave me alone.

Ps. I'm well aware of the fact that I probably have a bit of a Virginian accent, I mean, I've only lived here for 10 years, moron. Also, just because I have an accent doesn't give you the right to call me your, "hick bride."
I'm not a hick, and I will NEVER be your bride.

This day went from being pretty sucky to majorly KICK ASS.

Currently on the phone discussing a possible promotion to a key-holder position at Gamestop. If I do well there, I could have my own store in the next year or so.

Oh, and this was my second day back on the job after only working there for the holidays.

Mind.Blown.

I never meant to cause you pain
My burden is the weight of a feather
I never meant to lead you on
I only meant to please me, however

And then you tell me, boy, we can do much more
Boy, we can do much more
Boy, we can do much more together
Boy, we can do much more together

I'm nothing but a selfish man
I'm nothing but a privileged peddler
And did you think I'd stay the night?
And did you think I'd love you forever?
And then you tell me, boy, we can do much more

I got to tell you, girl, I want nothing less
Girl, I want nothing less
Girl, I want nothing less than pleasure
Girl, I want nothing less than pleasure

I got to tell you, boy, we made such a mess
Boy, we made such a mess
Boy, we made such a mess together
Boy, we made such a mess together

Suspicions confirmed. I don't like being right, but what can you do? How do you deal with a disinterested partner?
If I wasn't so numb I would be in hysterics. It kills me when the person I've chosen to love and be with gets tired of me.
I try to do my best to not be boring. I'm adventurous and spontaneous. I'm a person who had an attention for detail. After all, it's the little pieces that make the whole. I am a creature of habit but I try not to get stuck in ruts. I'm far from perfect, but that is hardly the heart of the issue.
I know it's nothing personal. I suppose this sort of thing just happens. You get comfortable, then you get bored, and when nothing alleviates that, you just loose interest. Am I guilty of the same thing? A week without a touch, a week on the couch, and I can't say honestly that I am discontent. If this is drawing to a close, at least it's unraveling itself slowly. At least this time, I can see what might be on the horizon. In the past, I was always the last to know. Cut off and thrown away before I could even try to do anything to prevent the inevitable.

I am scared though. We just signed a lease together. We're supposed to move into "our" first home in a little over two weeks.

I just want to get away.