I could write “professional essay bullshitter” on my resume

Somehow I have successfully written 12 pages worth of essay for my final in my interviewing class. I don’t know how I did it, but I’m pretty good writing under pressure. My head is killing me.John starts his new job tomorrow, I am pretty excited for him. Plus I’m going to have a night all to myself which is exciting. I’m probably going to sit on my couch and watch trashy TV shows that I know he hates. Thats usually what I do when I have the house to myself. I made a batch of candles yesterday, so I’m probably going to finish those up and put them on Etsy maybe. Here is a preview of what they look like taken with my phone camera. I wish I had a better camera. wpid-20150505_035952.jpg They’re lavender chamomile if you can’t read the labels clearly. I think they smell amazing. My grandma is going to love them. They smell great. I just have one actual final left to do and then this semester is over with. I am beyond done. I have had a really rough semester, and it isn’t entirely my fault. Much like last year when my car was broken into and the people stole my backpack with all of my textbooks in it. a big event derailed me for about a week and I found it hard to get back into the swing of things for the semester. I plan on making a big post about that at some point, or at least writing a poem about it, but I can’t bring myself to do it yet. I still don’t know all of the answers, I’m still confused about the whole situation, and once its on the internet its there forever so I might wait until after my uncle goes to trial before I say anything. Long story short, my uncle murdered his daughter. There are a lot of mixed feelings and I can see both sides of the story, strangely enough. It is probably the weirdest situation my family has ever been in. I’ll go more into that at some other point. Writing is therapeutic but I need some more time to sort my thoughts. He goes to court in mid June. I have a pretty bad headache right behind my eyes from writing this paper, so I think I’m going to go to bed now.


“Well today was fun” I say as I drink my fifth glass of wine

After going to class and working on my group project for my Group Communication class, I got off work and did absolutely nothing for a few hours.After this I proceeded to have my ear talked off by my little sister, about I don’t even know what. It was perhaps one of the more uncomfortable times I’ve had in a long time. Its not that I don’t love my sister, because I do. She just doesn’t know when to stop talking. And it would be different if it was about something interesting. But it is about herself, and nothing else. Every single thing that I said, she would relate it back to herself somehow. She is incredibly narcissistic, and I hate narcissism.(I say, as I write a blog about my life)

She just stresses me out. I know that she isn’t telling me all of these things for me to feel sorry for her, because that isn’t like her. I know that she is strong and self sufficient.She just has weird problems For example, she and her boyfriend recently broke up. Apparently they are still living together, but she tells me that they aren’t together anymore. All of her bills are in his name, but he may be moving to Ohio soon to be with his baby mama that he didn’t even know he had before last year, and the kid is almost four years old. Oh and he wreaked her car a few weeks ago. And when he wreaked it, he didn’t have a license. Also, he got fired for not being able to get a ride to work after this. At the time, my sister was working at Pizza Hut(with John) as a delivery driver. They were cross training her at the time in other jobs at the store because she wasn’t a good fit for driving, but she didn’t want to do anything else at Pizza Hut but drive so she quit. She told our grandparents that she was fired because she didn’t have a car, but this is untrue. This is just a small example of what I deal with. I can tell when she isn’t telling me the truth, but she insists on lying to me anyway. I’m pretty sure she thinks I’m ignorant. Turns out I’m not, she just doesn’t let me talk enough to call her out on her bullshit, but I’m getting better at that. I am a very good judge of character, and while I am empathetic in nature, I can generally see bullshit a mile away.

After coming home and sitting on my butt for a few more  hours, I decided that it was time to go through my storage closet and throw away old boxes of junk finally. I got rid of about four boxes of things. I organized the glass containers I use to make candles, and this made me want to make candles again. I have been making candles almost every week for my job, as it is beneficial for both the restaurant that I work for and myself to make these candles. They are just unscented candles so literally all I do is heat up the old glass containers to get the old wax out, recycle this wax into the fresh wax, pour this wax back into the glass containers, and put a wick in them. The only thing is that it can be a bit time consuming as I have to clean the containers from where I might spill a little wax while pouring. I use my heat gun for this part, and usually set up a TV episode on my laptop or an episode of Radiolab and zone out.

After cleaning and organizing the glass containers that I have in my closet for candles to sell, I organized my scented oils This is going to make it easier for when I want to make candles to sell. Before, they were all in a jumble. Now they are in plastic bags.

I am back on the Keto diet again, I will probably give more details about my diet later, I need to organize my thoughts first. I have given up sweet tea, my biggest vice of the moment. I gave up smoking cigarettes a few weeks ago. I’m on a “controlling myself” kick.

I watched the documentary “Love Me” on Netflix today. Its about men who buy mail order brides from Ukraine. It was eye opening because when I think of mail order brides, I think of gold diggers who are just wanting men for their money, and when I think of the men who buy them, I think of skeezy greasy men with gold chains who want trophy wives that can’t talk back to them. This documentary showed me that many of the woman who participate in this are older women who are looking for a husband to have a family, since there are many more women than men in these countries. The documentary did show that there are some women who are participating in a scam to lure men in to give them money. Many of the men who order mail order brides are just men who have never been in a serious relationship and are socially awkward. They go to these countries and are adored by women, like they never have been in the US. Its actually all kind of sad.

Its the end of the month so I have to work my ass off to earn money for rent. I need to work on getting my finances in order next. I also need to work on selling my candles to earn some extra cash. Here is a picture of some of my new ones that I made recently, “Basil and Herb”. They smelled amazing and I can definitely see myself making more. They had a wooden wick so they crackle when they are lit. wpid-20150402_141839.jpg