Wow, so I've been here three weeks? Seems like longer. While it has started to feel like home I find myself still surprised by the skyline. I walked out of the riverplex (ymca on steroids) and after the initial shock of being cold looked up and had a moment of confusion as I wondered what all the big buildings were in the night sky. It occurred ot me after half a second that those were my buildings. I'm not in Mac-town anymore.

So how is my new life you ask? Well not to bad, could be worse. I have a job now; I am an engineering assistant. How is that for employemnt with an english degree? I remember people telling me I could have any manner of employment--I didn't believe them until the past two weeks, however. On the plus side I like it significantly more than my old job of secretarial duty. The pay is more, I'm paid overtime when deserved and I'm busy all day. There is definitely something to be said for that. As for my job duties they seem to vary. I have turned into one of those people who doesn't have a job description. What I do is so random and specialized I'm not sure I could explain it properly. I'm going to turn into the crazy old aunt with a job the nieces and nephews can't understand.

Oh sweet jesus. I must interrupt this regularly scheduled blog for a rant brought on by an instant message.

I'm going to attempt to sum up the conversation that has provoked this rant. My dear friend has questioned me if she should "allow" her boyfriend to travel to Cancoon with a female friend of his for spring break. She will not be joining them for whatever reason and she now finds herself in a quandry. Myself, knowing the fellow would say let him go. Trust has to be present for a relationship to work and since they are long distance anyway it isn't as if he hasn't had plenty of opportunity to cheat. Her problem arises because she doesn't trust "any girl in Cancoon". All this angst over this? Not to be cynical but either he loves her or he doesn't. Either he'll cheat or he won't. If you love someone you have to trust them not to break your heart. That's the plain and simple shitty truth of that folks. More often than not your heart gets broken but hey, it's not really love if you don't lay it all out there, and who wants to have a relationship halfway?

It's all so fucking retarded. Excuse my language but that is the simple truth of the matter. People just don't communicate. I am as guilty as the next person I will admit it. All the thoughts, and feelings. Two people love each other, care about each other, want to be together. 1 + 1 = 2 right? If only! Instead there are mind games and bullshit and what ifs. Fuck that. There was a time in my life when I didn't put up with that. I think it's time I found my way back.