He's just a boy, I'm just a girl, can I make it anymore obvious...

Okay, well my title is lyrics by Avril Lavigne. I love her, and I think her cd comes out tomorrow which is ROCKIN!

But that's not what my blog is about, though I totally might write one when I get her cd in the near future. No, I'm going to write it about "the boy". A guy that knows what to say at the right time, and is a genuinely good person.

I honestly haven't come across a guy like this in a while. True, he is younger than me, which I thought would be a problem with some people in my life, but after I talked to them, they agreed what matters most is that he gets me and actually makes me happy.

My last relationship was for sure over when he was gone for a couple months, came back, and I was still so annoyed with him that I wanted to punch him in the face. Yea... that is no way to feel about some one.... EVER! That's the point when I slowly but surely pulled away from him. I knew if I felt that way, I wasn't ready to be his friend either. Besides, we fought all the time, and I didn't want to be stressed this semester.

So for a while, I tried ignoring the fact that I am into this guy, but God. He's actually a good, nice, awesome guy. I work with him, but soon enough, we will both be gettin better jobs. We have similar humor (which is good, because not many guys get me haha), he is into bmx biking (which i love to watch and think is super cool), and we have similar tattoos. No, we didn't get them at the same time, and no we didn't know what the other person was getting. Mine says in Italian: vivere, amare, ridere; which translates into: live, love, laugh. His says, live, love, burn, die. So very tight. Haha.

Needless to say: I blush when he smiles at me, get goosebumps when he brushes passed me, and my heart kinda skips a beat when I see him glance at me quick at work, yet long enough for me to notice.

Dude, this does sound like diary entry now. Damn. Sorry Doc Sands. I just haven't had the time to talk to my friends about him yet haha. So, that's my story, and I'm sticking to it.

Happy again!!

Okay... so I read through my last blog, and YIKES was I angry, hahaha. I know why Iwas, but I also think it was because this guy I like turned out to be a shadeball. Yes, a shadeball.

But now I am happy again because of the book, "He's Just Not That Into You". My favorite quote is:

"You already have one asshole. You dont need another".

Hahahahahahahahaha. Let me compose myself because I really am laughing right now.... hahaha. Oh man okay.

But I suggest every girl read this book, guys too, because you'll laugh, cry, get angry, and then laugh again. And then you'll read it again when you want to find out if the guy is being a jerk, and then maybe cry, but then move on. It's great!!

But yea, I met a great guy, so now I'm happy again. No, I don't base my happiness off liking a guy, but it sure helps to perk you up every once in a while.... :)

This is how I feel...

I went to www.aj.com to look up a picture that described how I feel, so when I looked up "irritated", I feel as though this is the best picture to fit how I feel inside.

I never knew that graduating would be this irritating. I don't mean doing the homework thing (though I can't wait until I no longer have any), and I'm not talking about the whole "I don't know what I'm going to do when I'm done" thing.

True, I really have no idea what I am going to do. I guess at this point I am supposed to be looking for jobs or whatever, but really, all I am concerned about is my happiness, since it's taken me so long to get to the point that I really do care about myself for once.

But then there's the other people.... they are more concerned about a new job for me than I am. True, I know that it's time for me to move on from Pick n Save (though I'm not sure if I am ready to yet), and when I tell people I don't know and just smile because I'm okay with this answer, I get dirty looks and the comment, "well you don't want to work here anymore do you?"

I really don't think it's any of their damn business to be honest. So you're proabably wondering why I am getting so worked up eh? I think it's because I am at the point of pure happiness, pure bliss, and everyone sees that and isn't used to it, so they want to bring me back down to where they are comfortable with me.

But I don't care. Next time some asks me how school's going, I'm just going to say I still going strong... When they ask when I'm graduating, I'm just going to tell them when I feel like it...

Moving on...

So I am moving on from my trip blogging. I think I might have ADD or something, because I feel that if I'm gettin bored writing about it, then you all might get bored reading about it.

So I'm moving on to....

I feel like I will never find a career or a job that I will be satisfied with.

Yes I bitch and complain about working at Pick n Save, but to be honest, I wouldn't mind staying there if I got better pay and a better job.

I enjoy my people I work with and have fun with the customers. I don't want to be a lifer there, but this place has been part of my existance for the last seven years that I don't know anything else... and not sure if I want to find out what else is out there.

Take this for instance. I am on the left, and that's my girl on the right. She is one of my closest friends, and as a bonus, I get to work with her in the liquor depo every Friday night.

We get to mess with our drunken regulars each week. They know about our lives and are always interested in our weekend plans.

We've been invited to parties, bars, and on dates. We've even met guys that we dated while working together.

Not many people get the luxury of working with such an awesome friend. Multiple times we've been asked if we are sisters. We just look at each other, giggle (yes giggle ha), and are like no, we just call each other and see what the other is wearing and how they are doing their hair (we have the same pants, too).

I'm just scared of change, and I'm not sure if this fear will keep me from moving forward...

Day 5 -- March 23

SAN DIEGO ZOO

This was when our trip started to take off. The first few days were sad and a little boring, plus my friend was sick this whole time, but the zoo was pretty amazing. I love the fact that they really try to help endangered species.

I took many pictures of animals and made sure to take a picture of the sign with their official name so I wouldn't forget. And damn was the place green -- the tree leaves, grass, everything! The landscaping was gorgeous.

Apparantly our Milwaukee County zoo is supposedly in the Top 10 zooes, but I still like ours best because we have a lot to see without becoming overwhelmed.

There is one thing we don't have that this zoo did: a panda bear exhibit! Apparantly the male panda can only get the female panda pretty two days out of the entire year, and hasn't missed a year yet! What a team player! Haha.

Day 3 and 4 -- March 21 and 22

These two days are a blur to me. I'm not quite sure what happend on what day. All I know is that I got a manicure and pedicure for a great price and have cute little flowers painted my two of toes...

We also went a place called Old Town. Although it was supposed to be set back a long time ago, the prices did not reflect it = shit was expensive!!

Last but not least, we went to a place called Dave and Busters. Basically this place serves food and drinks, and has a huge adult game room. It was pretty awesome. I still love the hot-shot basketball game the best!!

Day 2- March 21

Tijuana -- I-dun-wanna ever go back again without some pepper spray... and a bit more cash...

I don't have any pictures of here, although I'm sure I will find something online that will display the completely dull, glum, grey, saddness I encountered when I walked 2.5 miles (or at least it felt that way, maybe more), through immigration and across this bridge that was over a dried up sewage smelling river thing.

I've never seen this side of poverty... the fact that there is a strip club on every street, or that people sometimes barter down their own items just so that we will buy them.

I was never rude to anyone, except I kept so "no bueno" (no good), to the men that painted their donkies like zebras and wanted us to take pictures with them. I am NOT one for animal cruelty -- what idiots they were.

I did somewhat get groped. No it was not buy a hot, sexy, Havana Nights, Diego Luna lookalike... but a drunk 4-foot nothing at about 10am. He kept walking closer to me and BAM! He grazed my stomach and spoke to me in Spanish... awesome! Not.

After leaving Tijuana, I really gained a great appreciation for my life, no lie.

Day 1 - March 20

Today was quite an exhausting day.... had to get up at 3am to be ready by 4am to leave for the airport to arrive by 1230pm in San Diego, CA!!

When my friend Stef and I were finally settled in our seats, as well as everyone else, we were asked to get off the plane due to the fact that we would not have had enough gas to fly to our first stop, Salt Lake City.

That was "exciting"; by exciting I mean I might have had a panic attack if it weren't for the fact that there were too many people around me to make an ass out of myself.

As we waited we received a free drink ticket (cashed that in for a rum and coke at 730am -- yea, drunk, i know), as well as a free show from some 50 y/o. Let me tell you, 630 is WAY too early to be hearing up sex and booze and groping. YIKES!

We finally were off and hit Salt Lake City, Utah... here are some pictures we took from the plane. A couple are the view of our first stop...

(Okay... since there is an overload of people on my wonderful dial-up... I will have to add the pictures tom.... but I will continue with my story...)

I am in fact a lazy bum...

Okay... so I've been procrastinating, as well as trying to get other stuff done, but I can finally give you synopsis of how my vacation went. Let's just say that a little senioritis is occuring lately (which I swear wouldn't happen), and now I have to do my whole trip tonight... darn. :p