February 26, 2017

I went to Soho last night with William, Dylan, Isaac, and Matt. It was pretty fun, it was enjoyable to get out of Ann Arbor for a second. We started discussing fuckboys and all the ones that we knew. I’m kind of a fuckboy, and I’m not entirely sure how I feel about it. I think the term may be widely applied to men that you’ve expressed interest in but are not able to reciprocate those feelings for you.

I think I may be a bit jealous of Dylan. Somehow he manages to get what he wants. Me? Not so much. I mean, it’s fine and all and I’m very happy for him.

I think that the approach I need to take to life is just worrying about me, Ellie, and Phoebe. The dynamic trio of awesomeness. Boys are dickheads and as soon as you express interest in them things change. I’m the same way, I realize this. Commitment scares me. A lot. I’m not ready to jump back into a relationship after getting out of one of nine years. With that being said, I also realize my double chin isn’t going to magically melt back into my original chin anytime soon. Oh well. I’ve missed my opportunity, I think. That’s okay, though.

February 21, 2017

February is almost over. Yikes!

This week is going to be pretty hectic, and I’m not ready for it at all.

My tris are bothering me.

Oh my gosh! We started this work week challenge on fitbit in my office.. and because I was feeling rather competitive yesterday I walked 20,000 steps to beat Ky.. and didn’t even end up doing it. The absolute most. lol

I sent in the letter from my doctor to my housing unit yesterday. Haven’t heard anything yet, so I’m hoping that’s a good thing. Knowing them, though, and how they move at a glacial pace I think that they may look into it in like five weeks.

I wonder how much stuff is on their plate. That must suck for them.

I keep trying to get in to see a counselor, but literally every time they never have any available folks. Annoying.

February 19, 2017

The day that the milk expires.

Today has been a pretty boring and shitty day. I haven’t done a whole lot. I cleaned the apartment, went to the gym, cleaned up Ellie’s pee (2x), and got into an argument with Brandon. He was rude as fuck. He’s immature, anyhow.

I worry sometimes that I’m going to be alone forever. Would that be the end of the world? I don’t think so, truly. I just wouldn’t feel comfortable having children on my own. How funny does one year make in your life. I had two boyfriends, now I have zero. I had few friends, now I have a lot more. People talk, always, shit I do, too. Human nature, I guess. Needing to feel important.

I’m not sure what to do with my evening.

February 13, 2017

It’s been ten days since I’ve written. Yikes, my bad.

It has just been so hectic since I got Ellie. She’s a handful and a half, and I rarely have time to just sit down. Plus, with my new medication I do not feel content just sitting at home like I used to. I am either walking Ellie, at the gym, or hanging out with friends. This is a pretty strange shift in my life, eh?

I have applied for a few different jobs. I applied for the DEI job in CCI, but I do not think I will get that one because I’m a white guy and that’s not really what our office needs. I recognize that. I’ve also applied for a Communications job in CGIS, which would align nicely with my Spanish degree and years of experience at the university. 🙂

Blake was a dick about me spending money on Ellie but I don’t care. It isn’t his concern, honestly.

I took Ellie to visit the fam and the Taylors. It was so cute. Brooklyn was obsessed with her. My dad was obsessed with her. She’s a cute butt.

February 3, 2017

Checking in. Checking in. I feel like I’ve been running all over the place. My medicine is working pretty well, I think. What has happened since I blogged last?

Trump continues to baffle me. As do the millions that support him.

I’m getting a puppy. I’m getting a puppy. I don’t care if my apartment says no, I’m getting a puppy. 😀