ring it in the old fashioned way

New year, new place, new outlook, maybe? If nothing else this past year has taught me how true the old saying 'it's not where you are, it's who you're with' really is. After ending what can only be described as the most toxic living arrangement known to man, I now have my very own apartment (first time EVER) in a quiet New England town nestled in the cold yet friendly northwest corner of CT. Oooooo and I bought a car...this may not sound exciting to anyone out there but, try this: live in NYC for over a year with it's not always perfect but at least always running subway system, then move to new england and live without a car for a week...by day 5 I was ready to tunnel through my basement in hopes of discovering some long forgotten underground rail system. But anywho, so my '96 Mercury Grand Marquis (somewhere between a grandpa car and a pimpmobile) and I are doing well. She passed emissions (THANK GOD) and I've decided, after much thought, to name her Jezebel. Why? Cause it's my pimp ride and she's my ho. I'm a woman of simple pleasures, people, so leave me be. Currently my only complaint in life involves my lack of jobage. I'm aiming for at the very least $12.00/hr full time but hoping for more. I kinda had an anxiety attack yesterday about my life and how I have no money and how...well, ok. Here's the thing: In college, while other people could take 4 or 5 classes and have a full course load, I was taking anywhere from 10 to 12 classes a semester as a music major. (I'm not saying that makes me better than anyone, I'm just saying it was really hard sometimes) I busted my ass for 4 years trying to balance school work, rehearsals, lessons, work, rent (for a year), and being a resident assistant. Now how is it, after all that hard work, I'm a) broke, b) careerless, and c) unable to find a job that pays well? This is the kinda shit that keeps my mind up at night. All I want is to be able to pay my bills and have enough left over to put something in my savings account and maybe have a little to have fun of the weekends with my friends. I don't think I'm asking too much.

I sound old. It's depressing. A 25 year old's blog shouldn't be this pathetic. I should be taking about parties and shopping and my awesome job where I totally just got a raise for my awesome fresh take on an old idea that's gonna make my company millions...woooohoooo....oh no wait, shit, that's The Hills. Sorry. I get it confused with reality all the time.