Because sometimes change can be good.
07/31/2012 07:23 a.m.
So, after I wrote that long-winded entry, after I started the new job and finished my second-to-last semester as a college student, I decided to make changes.

It started when I totaled my car. It sounds bad, but really all I did was run over a curb, which punched a hole in my gas tank, obliterated my rear differential, and killed my transmission fluid pan. My parents gave me two thousand dollars for a new car. I, instead, chose a seven thousand dollar car and said I'd pay them back for the other five thousand. Been working on that since November 19th, when I got the new car. They gave me three years, which was very nice of them. I love my new car.

I love my new job. I have gotten two raises already and am now an order-writer for a section in the store. I have responsibilities. It's only pet food, but pet owners are a crazy bunch, especially those who only want organic grass-fed antibiotic free chicken kibble for their precious pooches. Whatever they want. Makes me happy if they're happy.

I dumped my boyfriend-then-ex-boyfriend-then-boyfriend-then-ex-boyfriend-then-boyfriend and now ex-boyfriend forever. It was time. He didn't think so. Although he did admit that he had recently cheated on me with the mother of his dead ex-best-friend's baby, and she gave him chlamydia. Thankfully I lost interest in sex with him a long, long time ago, so that was not an issue. I moved out of his apartment when the semester ended, which resulted in three weeks of us living together but being broken up. It was awkward. I stayed with my friend from work for most of those three weeks.

I started dating someone from work after that. His name is Asa. He is a healthy, non-alcoholic, bike-riding, video-game-playing, normal (as normal as they get) 25-year old. He is wonderful to me. My parents love him. This has never happened. I told him I loved him before he said it to me. That, also, has never happened. I cried when I told him. Again, never happened. I thought I loved Paul, but when he asked me to marry him, I said yes after a moment of inner debate, because I thought that "this is it. This is the only guy who wants to be with me forever." That turned out not to be true, but I think that if Asa does ever ask me (and he does not want to get married until he is thirty, thank god), I will cry. And I won't hesitate.

I moved in with Asa, and we have been together since December. Not particularly long, but it feels right.

So. New job, new car, new boyfriend, new house. Oh, and I graduated from college and am applying to graduate school. Sometimes change is good. Sometimes it's the best. I can't write worth a damn anymore, but I am fine with that.
I am currently Calm
I am listening to some documentary about fracking