It;s a beautiful life oh ooooh oh

A weird thing happened to me today... I woke up in just a terrible mood.  And the day got worse with forgetting things, losing things, and my computer deciding not to work when I was planning on getting a chunk of PR work done....
and then I went to work...
And tah dah!!!!!!!!!  I was in a great mood. :)  For no particular reason.

I really needed this reminder of why I like my job.  I had a fun day, and think this streak will continue.
I think it helps that I am continuously feeling better every day.... if you don't count me hurting my neck again.
But I just am starting to be okay with my life.

Honestly, I still don't really like it, but being okay with it isn't too far off.  I found an apartment that I like and that I can afford... so hopefully my application will go through just fine and I can move in next week.  I keep having this horrible feeling, though, that I won't be accepted.  I just get scared that my lack of credit history and income will be a problem.  My parents are willing to cosign though... I just hope it all goes well.
I can't wait to have my own place!!!!  It;s tiny, but it will be mine... and for once it will be completely how I want it.
I'm getting better at not being so down on myself for not having found a job yet.  Through talking with some people at work, I have realized that in this economy this can take years.  It's unfortunate, but I have a job right now.  I'm not broke.  I can keep this job as long as I need to. 
It's a work in progress, but I am starting to be happier.

All grown up...

It's tax season... and I get a decent amount back since I was still in school last year.
My intentions were to be completely irresponsible with that money... to go out and have fun... take a trip... you know?
But then I remembered I'm an 'adult' now :(
I have those lame things called responsibilities.

I have to move.  I'm actually going to get a place all on my own!  Scary!!!!!  I'm actually pretty excited about it.  I'm going to look at studio apartments tomorrow.  They are going to be tiny, and cramped, and have no kitchen space.  I'm likely to absolutely hate it. But it will still be good.  It will be a step in the right direction.  I am trying to be more self sufficient, and finding it hard in this economy... and really I couldn't find a roommate.  So, my only qualifications for this apartment are that it is not a shitty part of town, and that it is on the second floor or above.  Other than that, I'm taking the cheapest one I can find... which is surprisingly expensive!
My next responsible decision will be to buy a new computer.  My reasoning for this little treat is that I do a lot of work on my laptop.  Also, I don't have a tv or dvd player or anything, and won't have room for one in my new apartment, so this is also my entertainment system.  Well, this little guy is just about dead.  It went from working most of the time, to working about half of the time.  This is incredibly frustrating while trying to apply to jobs.  Also, I don't know if I am going to have internet at my apartment.  I will probably just go to a coffee shop to do applications and such.  On that note, though, the computer I buy will be relatively inexpensive because I really only need it for word documents.
And the next grown up decision??  Well, I am going to save some money.  I'm sick of having next to nothing in my savings account.  The car that I am driving now, lovingly called the beast, is not entirely reliable.  It mostly is, but sometimes things decide not to work just because they don't want to.  Well, it has all been minor things like the gas gauge, but someday it may be something larger and more expensive... and I would like to be prepared for that.
So there.  Those are my grown up decisions of the day.  No fun trip.  No shopping spree.  Just good old boring responsibility.

Can't sleep

It's just after eleven, and I should have been asleep hours ago.  I work at five thirty tomorrow morning, which means I'm awake at four thirty at the latest. Ugh.

I actually work all AM shifts this week.  The upside of this is that it is a consistant schedule instead of having multiple turnarounds in one week... like this last week. 

I thought that my mono was clearing up.  I was feeling so much better.  I had energy even! 
But now I am sick again.  Just with a sinus infection, and it shouldn't last too long... but I can't deal with this exhaustion anymore!  I just need to be physically capable to do my job so I don't end up losing it because I can never be there.

More on jobs.... I am currently doing PR work for a non-profit dance association event.  That will last just through april, maybe a little into may.  And it is part time.
It feels good to work on something I enjoy.  And it is adding to my experience of working for non-profits!

The job search continues!  Admittedly, I am currently only applying to two jobs a week.  That is partly due to wanting to sleep every free second that I have, and also due to not being able to find postings of jobs that I am qualified for.
Unfortunately, it seems that you need five years of experience for an entry level job....
::) 
I find myself struggling to keep a positive attitude.  I have been looking for jobs for almost a year now.  In a few months, it will have been a year since I graduated... and I don't have a job. (or a 'real' job as my mom and sister would put it).
I am also struggling to not take out my frustrations on my mom and sister.  It just makes it hard when that seems to be all they want to talk about.  And when that is all I really have to talk about because that is all my life is... looking for jobs. 
I just can't help but feel like a failure.  My sister did it.  She already had a job when she was my age.  She was starting her carreer.  I'm just wasting away working menial jobs.  Thats what it feels like anyway.

I don't know if that is how she views me, or if I just view myself that way. 

I'm just sick of feeling bad for missing family events because I have to work weekends.  Because even though I can, some very few times, get a day off on the weekend, that is a whole shift that I miss.  That is a chunk of my small paycheck cut off.  I hate being put in these situations.  They really are no ones fault, but I feel like I'm the one getting blamed. 

I guess I just continue trying my best to find a job, any job, and to make time for my family. 

Exhaustion. Tears. Prayer.

I can't even count the number of times that I have broken down in tears this week.  And some of the times have been over small, insignificant details of everday life that I can normally deal with.  I am stuck in a vicious cyle.
I start to feel better.  I am stir crazy.  I find it hard to sit still for even just one day.  I think that I can maybe work a bit more, or clean my kitchen, or play volleyball.  I think that I can see friends, go out, have fun. 
And then I crash.
I spend the next day in a feverish haze with a swollen throat.  I sleep for hours during the day and twice as much at night for days after. 
But I can't stop working. 

The physical problems that I have currently are just adding to the real issues at hand. 

I, we, cleaned out the old apartment last week.
I thought it would feel good to be rid of it.  I thought it would be good to break my last financial tie with him.  To get away from a place that left me with traumatic memories and sad thoughts. 
But all I can think about is how excited we were to get that house.  It was so much bigger than our first place!  Our neighbors were quiet and nice.  I had a yard for a garden.  He had room for his equipment.  We had space, our space.  I remember the first night we slept there.  I remember cuddling on the couch watching movies.  I do remember the good things, and that makes it so heartbreaking to know that I left.

I have been having such a hard time dealing with this lately.  I miss and love him, but I don't want to be with him.  It is sad.  And I am scared to move on.  I am scared to trust anyone to love me again.  I worry that it won't last, that he will lose interest, that my heart will feel this way again.

Leaving the apartment that day was the hardest and saddest thing that I have ever had to do.  I said goodbye to my life as I knew it. Permanently.
All I can do now is wait, pray, and hope that my heart heals quickly.