As of yesterday, I officially signed my paperwork for health care and feel pretty accomplished. Granted--I've a few extra deductions being extracted from my check--but I now have medical, dental, and vision coverage with Blue Cross and Blue Shield of Florida. Additionally, I'll be a full-on teacher next year (as opposed to an ASSISTANT teacher) with my own classroom (again), and an assistant of my own. I'll still be teaching Pre-K until I receive my Bachelor's. Once I graduate, I'll look into moving forward and possibly taking a break to go into Ministry and/or work with a missionary team. I'm living for Christ, and taking things as they come while remaining optimistic about my future.

head-tilt

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. . . brown-eyed babe.

Mini shoot with my lovely niece--Diamond Love.

accomplishments, yes.

So, I'll soon be buying a bikini to wear to the beach and not feel self-conscious in. Or really, I'm at least going to try and let the negative thoughts and feelings about my self-image slip into the Atlantic. Proud of myself for losing twenty pounds. :)

Dear diary,

I hate when my stomach gets all non-menstrual crampy and all I want to do is go potty but can't. This morning I woke up at the opposite end of the bed in last night's clothes with terrible stomach pains. I need to use the bathroom. I need to bathe. It's gross, I know. Oh, well.
p.s. At least my pits are never wild and don't smell. I'm not that gross. Oh! And I've got this thing about good dental hygiene and clean ears.
p.s. squared My mom just left and that means I get to try and go in her bathroom. Later.

Jogging and speed-walking have officially become alternate forms of therapy, and the free-flowing endorphins keep me going. Never dreamed I'd be regularly working out six times a week.

obligations

I know I'm set to get my degree and such--which I will--but I've never been the best student. I'd skip, get easily distracted, and lose interest. I don't need a Bachelor's degree to remind me that I'm good at what I do, but am ultimately obligated to earn one. One of my prayers is that I finish swiftly and speedily. I'm needing to move forward, and can only do so upon finishing this task.

Thoughts pre-workout

Boys:
Males look better with healthy, sexy, meat on their bones. Muscles don't particularly enthrall me, and gym buff meat-heads are yuck. Healthy-looking frames, good hair, pretty teeth, pinch-worthy cheeks, and small fat rolls are downright hot. Let me pinch some fat. Mmm. Watches worn on the right wrist make my left eye twitch. Semi self-conscious behavior would probably turn me on if I weren't so Angelic and Godly, and actually got turned-on.

Marriage:
I was once engaged and unhappy. My ex didn't want me to work, offered me the world, and tried to stifle my independence. It was both awful and hilarious. I'd probably not want a diamond ring upon engagement and opt for something significantly more subtle. I'd probably want to tie the knot in a courthouse in jeans in the middle of some random week. I'd probably spank my future husband for rude behavior and chase him around with a foam sword if I chose to marry, and weren't soon to become a nun.

Love:
Love probably exists. In fact, it does.
As long as God remains, love will too.

Lots of great things happening for me at work (surprise, surprise). My students are amazing, and I'd adopt all of them if I could--though, I may be looking to adopt [one] in five or so years. I wanna go all Angelina Jolie on somebody's third world country . . . or perhaps my very own ridiculously rich one. Anyway; I've been harassed by Justin Corvasce long enough, and am giving anyone leeway to look him up and send kind words. Here's a peek at our last exchange of thoughts (once he learned of my OkCupid):

Justin to me: Oh my gosh, no! (sarcasm) Like I said.. you are a joke. You act like you are still a teen. If you didnt care so much you shouldnt reply. And, what you said is so ridiculous..it's distgusting. You are a shitty person.

Response: A "shitty" person to someone like you--an offensive, obsessive, stranger--yes. The problem stems from the fact that I did not cut ties with you from the beginning, and proceeded to add you on facebook. If there's one thing this ridiculous scenario has reiterated, it's simply that I cannot try to be some type of friend to everyone. Furthermore; just because your stupid opinion holds zero weight, doesn't mean I won't rise to my own defense in lieu of your string of painstakingly lame-ass insults. Get over yourself, and move on.

He originally called me a "joke" because I frankly spoke of no longer wanting to meet him. He remained sexually inappropriate, and made me uneasy--I'm not going to meet a sex-hungry freak. He also eventually became hostile and scary, and wouldn't stop messaging me. I've blocked this man on three different websites. I wish he didn't live nearby. Not far from involving family and cops. My fault for being too friendly and trusting.

p.s. Constant personal attacks display weakness and a seemingly general inability to methodically win an argument. Rise above, people, rise above.