It’s been quite some time hasn’t it?
Here’s what’s different in my life 
I’ve moved to Hoboken!
Apparently, here in NJ, moving to Hoboken is one of those big steps towards adulthood and independence. I’ve never quite realized this until I noticed the responses I received when I told my friends that I’m moving to the ‘boken. I can see where most of them are coming from as the Mile Square does boast a plethora of watering holes – be it a swanky lounge, a grimy dive bar (those are my favorites – Mulligan’s WASSUP?!, or a classy wine night out with the girls ( or guys). There is something for everyone when it comes to letting loose after work during happy hour, on the weekends, or Thursday – the new Friday.
There are also a shit load of restaurants. They have Greek, Italian, American, Indian, Malay, Portuguese, Korean, Asian Fusion, Japanese, Chinese, Pizzeria ( hint to Bennys!), Mediterranean, Steak, Run of the Mill Bar food which is still priced at like 17 fucking dollars for a fucking order of hot wings… but hey… a bit of something for everyone right?
So along with having moved to this glorious town that takes about 15-45 minutes to find street parking… I’m also broke as FUCKING HELL.
Why do you ask? Well that’s because I live in fucking Hoboken. If it isn’t the restaurants that take my money, it’s the liquor. If it’s not the liquor that take my money its the fucking Hoboken Parking Utility ( aka Parking Nazis. Actually scratch that – I think they are worse than Nazis and the European Colonists who shat on the Native Americans…COMBINED). And if it’s not the HPU that rapes me of my already depleting funds – its the fucking gas I spend standing in traffic trying to get the fuck out of Hoboken so I can go to work, the gas I spend standing in traffic trying to get the fuck BACK into Hoboken so I can go home and the gas I spend driving for at least 30 minutes in the fucking town trying to get a fucking parking spot so I can finally fucking go Home.
** Up side – I’ve become an excellent Left Hand parallel parker **
I’ve (re)started Graduate school!
YAY!!!! WOOO FINALLY! Ahh my glorious news of achievement. If anyone has ever read any of the previous entries in this dead zone of blabber, I was in a very emotionally destructive and taxing errrr SITUATION, so I dropped out for a year. In short, I was a shit show and so was my life. I lost like 15 pounds, I was distraught, depressed, and a waste of fucking life. But I got my shit together – didn’t you know… I moved to Hoboken.
Anyways I’m finally finishing my coursework. If all things go well, I’ll have a Masters in Secondary Education by March 2012. I’m currently student teaching in a wonder(fucking)ful High School in North Jersey.
Ok. In all honesty, it’s not a bad high school. It’s not a rich school but it does the best it can. It has smart boards and a great community of teachers and administrative staff. The students are sweet but some are down right fucking obnoxious and if I ever want a job in the school system ever, I will refrain from living out my dream of shaking, punching, beating, and kicking the ‘hood/gangsta/baaad ass bitch/OG’ out of them. Overall, minus the bitterness, it’s a wonderful experience and I cannot wait until I get the opportunity to teach on my own. I’ve come to realize that there is a lot more to teaching that what most pretentious douchebags think there is. It’s a hard job and we get paid fucking vacation because can you handle 25 kids with drama, attitudes, hormones, parent issues, other family issues, behavior issues, substance abuse issues ( at 14), teacher issues, learning issues ( not the pc term. OH well), relationship issues… on TOP of making sure they pass their Chapter 4 test? Oh and multiply 25 kids about 4-6 times depending on how many classes you teach. Go ahead and shit your teacher-hating ass.
SUCK MY DICK YOU HATERS and I will GLADLY take your tax money.
OH did I mention I’m a FAT MOTHER FUCKER NOW?
In the previous paragraphs I made mention that I lost 15 pounds in my emotional crisis, well guess what MOFOS??!! I gained it all back… and then went for a victory lap. I gained about 20-25 pounds since I eliminated that piece of shit out of my life. I think I needed it. I mean people cope in different ways. I did it through drinking and eating my way into being broke – ZING!
Anyways!!!!!!!!……it’s something that really does bother but I frankly have NO time to schedule exercise in. I try. I have a gym membership. I go …about twice every three months. I should cancel. I’m pretty fucking poor.
And last but not least : I hate my life. . . . .
OK I don’t. I have a pretty decent life since my last update …er… 7 months ago? I’m on my own, pretty independent, single (-______- that’s another rant), and working hard towards a better life for myself. I’m not depending on anyone. I’m doing every thing that I want. And I’m growing up. I’m learning responsibility. I’m learning how to get along with who I am and establishing a pretty solid foundation for my future. I am proud and I don’t give myself the time to see or acknowledge it. I also think I’ve grown a bigger set of balls. I’m much more confident in my ability to work, I’m more outspoken and willing to talk about important subjects without being afraid of being wrong. I can admit that I’m wrong and I’ve gotten a lot better at communicating with others. At 25, I’m finally a big girl now. Imagine that.
