The computer won't allow me to title this post. Maybe that's a good thing.

So I haven't checked when my last post was for a reason. After I make this post, I'll check. I wonder who still reads this blog. That'd be very interesting to find out.

So I don't really know what direction I'm taking in life. I'm about to start at Whole Foods as a cashier to manager promote. I'm excited, but I really wish I were in school. I have too many bills to pay before that happens again. It's okay. I chose to come here, and I have to reap what I sow. Just beacuse other people let me down, and I know I let other people down all the time, but I can't stop moving in some forward direction. I can't give up.

I have decided to start volunteering again, this time at one of my friend's workplace. I'm going to knock a grant or two out for them.

Nothing on the relationship front. Well not anymore. I just broke up with a freak named Jason. It's sad because I don't like calling him a freak. I just don't know what I did to deserve what I got.

The first few days of our relationship were awesome, as they always are. You can't get enough of that person blah blah blah. He then began to tell me how much he "hated my neighborhood (Pilsen)", and how "anyone who lives in America needs to be speaking English when they are on the street. Immigrants don't belong in America, and they need to be sent away". That's where I had a problem. He is the kind of person who will say anything just to see if he can get away with it. When you give him an inch, he takes a mile, because he knows he can just apologize and get away with it. Not with me. I have to talk through issues. People don't say things they don't mean- even if it is a joke. I am all about educating one on issues, and will listen until you are blue in the face arguing any topic even when I don't agree. I cannot be in a relationship with someone who refuses to see beyond certain borders. We had a deeper conversation than what I said here, but that's just the beginning.

He had keys to my house. Yes. That was my mistake. I should have made sure they were back in my hand before leaving the house again. I spent the night at a friends house Thursday night, which is the alleged time of the crime. I came home Friday morning to a kitchen full of melted ice cream all over the floor, and the contents of my fridge emptied in my sink. The bathroom was a mess, and my phone- my CELL PHONE (which he said he threw away the night prior) was broken in half on my countertop. ABOVE ALL, he has deleted my myspace account (I have logged in on his computer) and I changed my email password to protect that, and I have now forgotten said password. That's my fault too. Anyways I don't understand what after six weeks made him go crazy.

It just sucks because I quit my job (I refuse to be treated poorly) and I don't start a new one for two weeks and the bills are coming! Haha. It's all good though. I have to just stay strong and not go out with my "addict friends" and contaminate my body.