The randomness of the moment

Movin' on up!

June 9th, 2011 was the day I got my first official job. It is quite exciting, but I am not looking too forward to where I will be working.
The lady is very nice, and the person who helped me find the job was extremely helpful, but I wish I could of waited a little to find a job I think I would actually really enjoy.

A part of me wants to stay a kid and just have my parents take care of me, give me things I need, buy me things I want, but as a soon to be 19 year old girl, it's time to change that mentality.

An other part of me is sad because my boyfriend is getting upset about the time we wont see each other even though I an going to work pretty reasonable hours that allows us to talk in the morning and spend time in the late afternoon.
It is a scary step, an exciting step, and most of all, a step up towards adulthood.

No Philosophy

This post is not going to be about any of my more intellectual thoughts, it is plainly going to be used for me to rant about the inner emotions i keep bottled up inside.

I seriously cannot believe the treatment I get sometimes. Not to sound cocky or superior, but i deserve more. If i can realize I deserve more than being ignored, felt like i'm not important enough to be around someone, or even given the decency of a hello, then maybe the other person should.

Now, I have encountered many people who have come and gone in my life that I considered a friend, and as much as some have came back after a while and apologized to me in some form or way, no one has left such a deep impression in my life as one person.

As all may now when the time comes, your senior year of high school is not the best time, but it can also be your funnest time. With the stresses of college coming up and finances and relationships with people come around, it gets tough.
At this point, I had a friend who I considered my sister, and half of the year, she treated me like an ugly step sister. I can not nor will I ever understand the actions this person has done in order to affect my senior year experience, but every time I hear someone talk about their experience, I can't help but reminisce and remember how not such a good time I had.

It is time to let all of that go though, and believe me, I am working on it.
No need to be bothering my conscience with that nonsense.