Buddy is staring at me.

As if to give me a bigger guilt trip for sitting down at the computer to write my first blog on here instead of playing with him, or doing the litter box, or unpacking the boxes that have filled up 3 rooms, or helping my dad pack, or working.

I probably would have done started actually writing in here (as opposed to just having an account to leave comments on Teresa's blog) sooner, except my only access to the internet in the last several months have been on Adam's computer or at work. But now Adam has somehow fixed my old computer so it runs as well as it possibly could for its age AND we have a real office. Two super cool things that make me want to wake up my tired brain by writing again. Even if it's just rambling about things like my computer or the dog.

I just realized this is exactly the kind of thing I used to write on Open Diary, and yet for some reason I'm starting an entirely new blog on here. I guess it's because OD hasn't been cool or popular for years, even though I still check it from time to time. I like that I have an online diary going back to high school - almost 7 years of postings. I am a completely different person now than I was at the start of that diary, so I guess it's appropriate I start something new now.

I really like the new place, as most anyone who is reading this already knows. The deal we have seems too good to be true, and since I've already heard rumors that our landlady is crazy I'm not entirely comfortable yet. But all the moving is finally done, and it is really satisfying to have everything at the same place. My only real stresses now come from two areas - work and my parents move.

I just took the dog out for a minute, and it was cloudy with a cool breeze (by Florida in July standards). I watched a butterfly flutter around in our semi-private backyard, and smelled rain and fresh cut grass. Let me clarify something - I really LOVE the new place.

As I was saying, the two major stresses are work and Mom and Dad's move to Colorado. Anyone who has ever worked at Boston knows the craziness that can occur there. Right now I believe we are in the most crazy, stupid, stressful situation ever - I'm now even willing to say it surpasses the Donna drama. I don't particularly want to go into details as this is a public blog - wait - I DO want to go into details, but I don't think it's a good idea. But there is no way things can continue much longer the way they are. During shifts almost everyone is filled with stress, and if the tension gets mentioned by anyone, everyone starts getting angry and talking about it. God. I just started typing more and realized there's no way I could stop if I kept thinking about it. The point is I'm driving a very long way to what inevitably ends up being a very stressful day. I just want to make it through till Waterford Lakes opens. Then I'll be close and happy and everything will be ok.

As for the parental move, that's not a huge deal, but one of those things that is always on the back of your mind. My mom moved a couple months ago to Colorado, and my dad has stayed here to sell the house and pack up. The house has been sold (last I heard), and so now comes the packing. He's very overwhelmed with everything all by himself, and so my mom has asked me and Sarah to help him out. I completely don't mind, it's just really bad timing. I just finished my move in the past week (in which I put over 800 miles on my car in 9 days, I believe), and I still have so much unpacking to do. Plus I now live 45 minutes away - which eats up my gas money, toll money, and time (did I mention I drive an non-airconditioned car every day in the Central Florida summer), so the only time I'm in town is when I'm working. And because work has been so stressful, all I ever want to do is just go home or relax. I could drive out there today, for instance, but this is the first day since Sunday I haven't had to go out there. And I work tomorrow, and at least 4 10 hour closing shifts this week in which I serve and manage. I need to just suck it up and do it, it'll all be over in a few weeks, but I'm out of mental/emotional energy right now. Which makes me sound like a whiny bitch which then gives me a huge guilt complex. Blah.

As down as those last couple paragraphs sound, things are really good otherwise. As long as I can get through the next couple weeks without quitting my job or making my parents pissed at me, I'll be alright. Once I get started, I get excited about unpacking and setting up our new place. I think even though I've moved far away from all my friends, I still will have a housewarming party and guilt them all into coming. We have plenty of room for people to crash, and a decent sized outside area to hang out. Although I think the last time I threw a real, non-school related party was the costume party at my parents house senior year of high school. But, hey, that was a hit!

I'm rambling now and the washer has stopped, so it's time to go do some more real work. I'm sure I'll be back on soon.