I have big, BIG, big plans for my future! I’m already planning everything out and finding information for what I need to make it all come true…one of them being MOVING out!

Yep, I have FINALLY decided to leave the nest and start living on my own…I had to sometime. The place I want to move to is NEW YORK! I love the city (as I have mentioned a million times) and it has always been a dream of mine to live there. I don’t care what anyone says, you have your good times and you have your bad, I’m moving to NY no matter what!

Not only that, but I want to start school there also! My second dream is to go to NYU (New York University), although from my high school transcripts (not sure if they would look at my technical school ones?) I’ll probably have to do some community college first to get my GPA (Grade Point Average) up. So I have to look into that.

So far, my boyfriend and I (who I will be moving with…yay!) are planning for a trip up there for the end of February or beginning March! I’ll hopefully be staying with family members and in that time, scoping out jobs and apartments in/or around the city. I REALLY don’t want live in the projects…I know how that goes…and if I have anything to do with it, I WILL NOT be moving into them.

I’ve been looking for jobs on Craig’s List and am surprised at how many jobs you can find there, that I’ve never seen a listing for here in Orlando. Not only that, but some of them are simple to do jobs that actually pay better then working a McDonald’s (which I will never work at…).

All this planning is getting me so excited and I cannot wait to start it all out. I know I might have some tough times, but knowing I did it on my own, rather my mother or family member helping me out, really just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside!

Haha, I know lame!

OMG! Today as I had just gotten home, probably around 5:50 – 6:00 PM, I saw that my neighbor was outside the house on her cellphone and a little jumpy. As I get out of my car she quickly calls me over to her and tells me that her house was broken into because she saw that the back door was open and the screen broken. I freak out a little at first thinking they probably hit my house next, she tells me to be careful and to check my house too.

I go in and everything is alright. Of course I quickly grabbed a huge knife from the kitchen and had cell in my pocket just in case. I check the whole house and nothing, thank God, so I go back outside to see if she is ok, since her baby is in the car. That’s when I see her practically screaming and crying into the phone, I run over to her and asked her what was wrong and she’s like “OMG, I just saw the person in my house, he just walked past the window”. At this point, I’m now freaked out, because the person IS STILL HERE. So she gets in her car and drives across street to another neighbor’s driveway. I run back into my house and lock all the doors, but thing I’m most freaked out about is the back door to my house. The stupid lock is broken and the only thing holding it closed is an old plastic/metal broom stick, which I’m sure won’t work if you use enough force. Anyways, so I’m thinking this guy is gonna hop the fence and break into my house and I start calling people and finally get in contact with my best friend. At first I could hear that he just woke up, but when I called his name he instantly woke up and knew something was wrong. The minute I told him that my next door neighbor’s house was broken into, he was like ok I’m on my way. No questions, nothing…God he is such a good friend!

Anyways, so the cops came…about 4 or 5 of them and they closed off the street and even had the police helicopters going around the air, since we have woods behind our houses. I was actually really surprised by how fast they responded. At one point, I went outside and a cop that was there was like; “Ms. please go back into your house.” I was talking to Dustin (my friend) and how he probably wouldn’t be able to get into the street and I was going to ask the cop if he could come. Basically the cop wasn’t going for that, so I told him that I was freaked out because my back doors lock was broken, so he was like OK and escorted me outside of the “barricade” and I saw Dustin pull up. I was so friggin happy to seem him!

The cops were probably on my block for a good hour and half or so before they re-opened the street to people and started to leave. It was hella freaky! I just hope this STUPID PERSON doesn’t decide to come back and hit up my house!

What’s weird about it all too, is that not even two weeks ago or so, one of my co-worker’s house was broken into as well. What the hell is up with people all of a sudden. Are times THAT hard that they need to start robbing good people of their EARNED goods? It’s just so shameful. >=(

Looking through my archives of posts, I notice that I tend to blog about the same things over and over again. It’s like updating strangers on a specific topic as though they were actually coming here to know the update. Sadly I wonder, is my blog interesting at all?

Sure I get the few random comments from websites I’ve never been to, but most of the time, those commentors never come back again, meaning my blogs aren’t interesting enough to come back to…why? Because I’m writing the same garbage over and over again. Only updating for those who care and those who don’t. Then I wonder, what am I getting out of this?

My answer?

Nothing, but simple self-satisfaction. Point, blank, and period.

I have no need to educate people, I don’t care about the latest trends or gadgets out in the world and if I keep up with something like the news, why the hell do I have to relay the message to you, when you can turn on your TV and see it yourself?

I blog, simply to release something so that I can sleep better at night. What that certain “thing” is, I have no clue, but I know it’s SOMETHING. I blog because, it keeps me busy and leaves me with something to do. I blog, not only because I love it, but because it just comes naturally. I don’t think I could ever spend a day, month, or year, without blogging. Whether it be here on my domain, Twitter, or the random 100-something forums I’m signed up with, I NEED to blog!

Self-Satisfaction. Point, blank, PERIOD.