Oh, a week later. How time flies, and how it kind of nosedives into the ground.

Its amazing to me how much we critique ourselves. Me, in particular, I think I do it to a fault. When we’re faced with situations like this, where people that have loved you and have spent as much time with you choose to go a different path with their lives. One that doesn’t involve you as much. You wonder why, what the hell happened, aren’t I somewhat ok? You’ve been with me for this long. What happened?

The funny thing is that I chose to do the same thing a year ago, and it all made sense to me then. It never made sense to Wade, and he still doesn’t understand it. I think when we can talk again I’ll use this situation as an example. Like, hey man, you know how you needed to go? I did, too. Do you get it? Now? And if he doesn’t I’ll chalk it up to a lack of empathy in his personality. I’ve always been good at that, though.

Speaking of what I’m good at, I had a fantabulous day. Yesterday was Cinco De Mayo, and I work at a Mexican restaurant. As such, it was a freaking Corona-tequila-lime-hey you-hey-hey-what?-fuck off festival all day. I worked from 10a.m. to 3:30 a.m., and didn’t hit the sack til 5amish. Which is probably why I’m awake at 2:30 a.m. I got to sleep in split shifts today. I don’t recommend it, by the way. The only thing good that happened is that I cleaned my house at 1 a.m.

So I made good money yesterday, my car payment actually, and spent today wandering around Tampa. Ran into someone awesome, and we had a good time relaying our life stories over the past year. It definitely started with a major “OH, girl, let me tell you..” We’re so predictable sometimes.

She’s in the same place, I am. Starting over. This starting over thing sounds like its cake, but its kind of intense somedays. You wonder if you like the things you like, or they’re just there because they always have been. She bought a convertible because she felt like being impractical and she never gets to be. She wants me to go to IADT for photography school, which is something I’ve always wanted to do but never did because, hey Jen, whatcha gonna do with it? I say that, but I got my undergrad degree in drumroll please….Anthropology. Practically awesome, practically not good if you want to get a big girl job. I’ve already done the impractical, fuck, I might do it again.

Thats cool part about all this. When I ask life’s big questions, I just ask me. Not that I don’t value advice, but I only have myself to consider. Probably a good age for this to be the situation. I think. We’ll see.

I’m off to import blogs all the way back from….2002. Jesus. And then to bed. The cat wants my body.