My Life and Why He's Awesome :]

I have been promising to blog about Andy for a very long while now. Well, I am tired of making empty promises. The time has come.

Andy is an amazing person and a wonderful boyfriend. I know I complain about him a lot, but I wouldn't have him any other way. I love him more than anything. Which is pretty surprising considering how, when we met, I didn't even like him. I actually thought he was an arrogant asshole. But I am going to tell the story. And believe me, it's a funny story to tell. This is taken from my Myspace blog from last year. It just kind of tells how we met:

My roommate and I wanted to go outside and shoot basketball. I'm not very good at it, but it's something that relieves stress and something that I love to do. We also had another friend, who we met while wandering around campus orientation weekend, who was going to shoot around with us. So there we were, vividly engrossed in our game of horse when I notice this older-looking guy walking toward the basketball courts. He had a basketball, and appeared to be an upperclassmen, so my first thought was "Great, I hope he doesn't think we are going to give up the court for him just because we are freshmen." Well, he ended up joining our game of horse and proceeded to completely own everyone else playing. Lucky me, the one who has never played basketball before gets to go after the basketball player. =/ Anyway, the entire time he played all he did was make fun of the way I played, the movies I had and hadn't seen, and pretty much anything else that came up in conversation. All the while, I am thinking, "wow, how can this guy be such an asshole?" A little later, the other guy we were with had to leave, and it was just me, Andy and my roommate. We were just standing around talking about high school, movies, music, pretty much anything, and Andy was still sliding in insulting remarks about me wherever he could fit them. Finally, I was able to find a movie that I had seen that he never had, Nothing to Lose. My roommate happened to have that movie in our room, so, I don't know if you would call it spite, or fate, or whatever, I invited Andy up to watch the movie. (Let it be known, that at this point in time, I wasn't even interested enough to remember his name. I seriously had to keep glancing at his ID to remember it...pathetic, I know.) Anyway, we watched the movie and then parted ways afterward, with the plans to meet up at the same time the next day, for basketball.

Well, the next day, after classes and whatnot, it was collectively decided by my roommate and I that we should do our laundry. Because of the lack of available machines, our laundry time ran over into "basketball time," and we ended up not being able to meet Andy for basketball, and my roommate and I were going to a Greek cookout (free food), so I invited Andy along. To make a long story short(er), I ended up helping him with his laundry and afterwards we got coffee and went down to the lake to talk. Somehow, we ended up talking about absolutely everything and pretty much anything and stayed out until 3am. (I later realized that the only one who was negatively affected by this was me. He didn't have class until 2. Lucky bastard.) Things after that are a bit fuzzy, but thats how it all started. Oh, and obviously the asshole first impression was some sort of ploy that I still don't understand. Apparently, all guys stand by the whole "Nice guys finish last" thing. oh well. It worked out for the best because I am now much happer than I have ever been with any other person.

Every bit of that still stands true today. I mean, yeah, we fight, like any normal couple. But I can't stay mad at him. All he has to do is smile at me and all of my anger is gone. (He doesn't know that...yet...) It's hard to be away from him, even for a summer. But I know it's going to be okay. :] I wish I could do him more justice than this post; he really is amazing.

Thanks for reading!!

Cheeseburger in Paradise!!

So. I have gotten a job. Cheeseburger in Paradise. Jimmy Buffett themed restaurant. Cheesy and quirky, yes. But it will pay the bills. I really don't feel like posting a very long blog. Mostly for the reason that no one really reads it but maybe 3 people. Honestly, why should I make a big commitment to blogging when no one really reads my blog but me and a few close friends? Anyway. I am going to make it a habit to read other people's blogs and try to gather a bit of a following. That way I have more of a reason to blog. Due to The Wifey, most of the blogs I read are mommy blogs. Haha. I do love to read about the adventures of parenthood though. It is fun. Anyway. I'm really tired. Longer blog post to come.

Day 1 of job hunting...and an update on the Gulf...

The oil this time...it is affecting us here already. Destin is about an hour east of Pensacola...I went out job searching today and was pretty disappointed. Everyone is being hit hard by this oil spill. The first place I hit was actually a restaurant that was in the process of opening up. So they are looking at hiring a complete staff and having the restaurant open for business by June 14 (Happy Birthday, Eric!!). That guy was pretty optimistic and upbeat about everything. The second place I hit was a mexican restaurant that, judging by the empty tables as I walked in at noon, heavily depends on tourist business. I asked the manager if he was hiring, and he was fairly frank with me. "If this oil doesn't come this weekend, yes. But I am sorry to say that it is probably going to come and I am probably not going to hire you" You could just tell by the look on his face that he cared about more than just his business. He cared about the town. Not only is Destin, Florida a tourist attraction; it is a fishing town. Has been forever. And it's obviously not just Destin that is being affected. Things that you wouldn't think of, like my grandfather's property that he has been trying to sell for years. It is located right outside of Pensacola in a quaint little town by the name of Gulf Breeze. You may have heard of it; it has been on TV in the past because of its "extraterrestrial activity". Anyway, my grandfather owns a lot (on which his house used to sit. There is a post for another day) This lot, without any property on it, is well worth a million dollars. I am not exaggerating. Before the hurricane that took my grandfather's house, the lot alone was appraised at just under a million dollars. Yeah, the real estate market in general has pretty much gone to hell in a hand basket with the economy, I know. But this lot is going to be worth even less now. Who in their right mind is going to purchase a water front lot with an oil spill and hurricane season approaching? I have seriously advised him to go and speak to a BP representative (which, recently, have came to Destin to hear the claims of the fishermen and businessmen and landowners.) Since the oil is a reason he might not be able to sell his lot, then he might be entitled to make a claim. The only thing wasted by him trying would be time. And if he were able to make a claim, then it would be well worth it. Anyway.

I also put in an application at a small mom-and-pop place that serves food and has a bar. And Longhorn Steakhouse (they offer paid vacation to servers!). I have also decided to keep my Shrimp Shack job. I want to work there like 3 days a week and work as a for real server the rest of the week. So, instead of having a second job, I would have a complimentary job. But it all depends on the oil...

Until next time,

The Gulf has more problems than oil...

I have to say: a lot has gone on since I last updated. I would like to start off by saying in advance: sorry for any spelling mistakes. I am using a wireless keyboard that enjoys omitting several letters/spaces from my words. What happened to the beloved MacBook Pro? Oh. It won't connect to the ethernet. Whatttt? I know. Don't get me started. I have full plans to Google the problem as soon as I am done doing this and internet job searching.

Yes. You read that right. Job searching. What about the nice job serving that paid 9 dollars an hr plus tips? Well, I'm glad you asked. It is NOT what I expected at all. I am paid 9 dollars an hour to nearly die of heat exhaustion and run food out to lazy rich people that don't tip. It is not a job where each "server" is tipped based on their own service; it is one of those "Hey look at us we have a jar labled "tips" please throw the 30 cents change that we just handed you in this here jar." Now, I know. I am making NINE DOLLARS AN HOUR. However, I could do much, much better serving. So that is what I am doing now, looking for a serving position.

Oh, by the way, for those of you that don't know, I am in Florida (Destin...for those who are no geographically inclined, it's on the Gulf...hence blog title.) for the summer, trying to make a few bucks before I have to return to dreary old Cleveland. More to come. I am already tired of this keyboard.

Ciao,