STILL HERE FOREVZ.

I went outside today. And by outside I mean I drove home with my moon roof open, then sat outside on the back porch for an hour. Damn it, I'm trying. But the outside has a lot of undesirables, like bugs. And grass. And trees. And weeds (the last three things I'm allergic to, while bugs are just super nast).

I also realized how happy I am to NOT be living with my folks anymore. I called them today. Bangs picked up with her usual 'Hello' that sounds like 'Hello YOUR totallie inaruptin mah txtin'.
'Hey can you tell Dad to meet me at DFCU to do insurance?'
'Ughhhh HOLD ON.' (in the background, in similar but much louder attitude) 'HEY! RUTH SAID (incoherent yelling at my dad)'
(incoherent yelling by Mom to get Dad's attention)
(incoherent yelling even louder by Bangs to Dad)
(incoherent yelling by Dad to Bangs)
'DAD SAID MOM DROPPED STUFF OFF IN YOUR MAILBOX AND IF YOU DIDN'T GET IT TOO BAD CHECK ONLINE. HE DOESN'T HAVE TO GO.'
...'Okay. Thanks.'
'Bye.' (click)

Then I remembered why my blood pressure was always hovering around heart attack level. And even hitting the end button, I feel anxious like I was sitting in the basement watching TiVoed VH1 shows, hiding from everyone.

By contrast, Dave woke up this morning at the same time I did. I was getting ready and I come out to the sound of coffee brewing and eggs cooking.
'What are you doing up?'
'I wanted to make you breakfast. And coffee. Want anything on your English muffin?'

Good decision.

I didn't get the job with Nationals. I was upset, understandably, because all I want to do is move on with my life and get the eff out of Michigan's shit economy. And working for my sorority that I love and adore would have been fanfreakingtastic, putting all of my skills to good use. I got a letter saying 'You had a lot of wonderful things, but these two candidates were unmatched' blablabla. Come to find out, they blew my ass right out of the boat. Chapter advisors who already live in Pennsylvania? One having a Master's in Higher Ed and prior working experience with HQ? Shoot! I should have been happy to even have been considered. How crazy! Oh well. Here I am.

At Rachel's wedding a couple weeks ago, after the priest (he wasn't a priest, but I'm Catholic, close-minded and an idiot and can't think of the other word for it, preacher? Shoot, anyway,) announced 'You may kiss the bride', everyone applauds and, perfect timing 'Signed, Sealed, Delivered' comes on. I immediately look around at the speakers and everyone else. No one else is phased by this? I yell out 'Am I in a romantic comedy?!' Everyone who knows me laughs. I'm sure everyone else ignored me. I'd ignore me too.