*Sigh*

I think the hardest thing about blogging is coming up with the title for the blog...

I'm feeling a lot of relief in my life right now.

The moving went okay, and now I am starting to feel more at home - not that it matters since I will be moving again in a few months. I am beginning to get worried about being able to afford moving out though. I'm trying not to worry, since I know that things will probably work out fine. I've been saving and budgeting, and saving and budgeting some more... constantly adjusting until I think I have it right. I just know I am going to have to keep a close watch on my frivolous spending. But I am proud of myself - it's been over a month since I bought a pair of shoes. And the last time I bought a pair, it was only one, and they were really cheap. That's a record for me.

My new baby nephew is finally in this world. He's so beautiful. 6lbs 13 oz of pure cuteness. It makes me hopeful of having my own one day... only not anytime soon. It's enough to take care of the child I date :)

Mom and I seem to be getting along a little better these days. I think we see each other less - more of an avoidance thing for me, I think - but my aunt moves next door in about a week, and all should be well again. I am glad mom won't feel alone when I leave. I have always had a fear of leaving her alone, like maybe she would actually get lonely - of course, I'm sure I fear this for no good reason - but I am glad that she and her sister will get to spend the single life together. And I will get to start moving on in my own life.

Midterms are over at school. Now nothing but a project and a final for each class. I really don't like my classes. They are a bit boring, and definitely last too long. I can't pay attention for two and a half hours, especially not to something that doesn't interest me. And to think I have two years of this.

I got through my first big event at work - the company picnic. Miraculously everything came together when and how it should have, everyone showed up when they were supposed to, and the only crisis I had was a minor spilling of Brunswick stew and baked beans that left the floor sticky and my shirt speckled with barbecue sauce. Nothing but compliments on it though. Dad and Pam came to the picnic since Tiffany had the baby on the same weekend. Dad was nice enough to drop the bomb on me that he wouldn't be able to help me financially anymore. Thanks. Right when I needed it most. But I guess it's time for me to grow up anyway. And he did come up with some kind of good reason, although I wasn't listening because in my head I was thinking "oh crap, now what am I going to do." But I am determined to do things on my own, and without mounds of debt, to show them all that I can do it.

Well, hopefully I can get back to writing now that so much stuff is over with. I know this blog is long - it's just that so much has happened since I last wrote. My writing is kind of like going to church. You skip it once, it's so much easier to skip it again.

Note to Self: Unlike parents, bosses, and professors, God understands you need a break once in a while.