Erin Finally Won

Erin kept saying that I should be a blogger and not a facebook person. I suppose that I can be both and that it will only consume most of my free time. This is going to be my vent page. I have been looking for a job for at least three months now. It has become more of a hobby to find out what places are hiring than actually thinking that I want to work there. My self-esteem has taken a hit as I have filled out at least fifteen applications and not one has called me back. I have to wonder if it is my resume...Either way it has not been fun because I don't feel validated unless I have a job. I have been selling plasma at the Biolife Plasma Center in Ogden, but my veins are ridiculously well hidden so that I spend more time recovering from the needle than is worth the twenty bucks you get for sitting a chair for an hour. I would recommend donating to anyone with easily accessible veins, makes a decent amount of money if your body doesn't hate you. The bruises have been incredible. I will hopefully be able to upload my photos so that I can share them with you. They are truly epic. School is boring. I derive very little pleasure from any of my classes because they are not challenging, nor are they entertaining. I guess that my bowling class is one of the harder classes that I have. Weird. If I hadn't of signed up for my classes myself I could complain about it more, but I did this to myself. I spent this morning listening to my teacher talk about how to properly use the desktop using a Windows system. Then she told us what LAN, RAM, ROM, WAN, and all of the other various abbreviations that they have given computer crap. It was seven in the morning, and all the lights were off, and I did the backwards bishop nod several times before she decided that we could end class ten minutes late. Normally, I wouldn't care because I have no class until Ten but today I was about ready to tackle her to the ground and run out of the room screaming like a banshee.
Then there is all of the friend drama in my life. Here is where we get to the people that you will hear much about. Yesterday, I talked to Ben for the first time in three weeks. Then he tried to complicate things by asking where we stood as friends. I told him that we were talking again and that he should complicate things more than they have to be. Relationships are hard work, but not that hard. If he wants to be my friend he can, I am not going to banish him to the outer realms of Tanskistan because sometimes he is a little too different than me. Then today, Josh was almost crying in the Union Building because his brother has a better job than he does, his brother also just bought a better car than he probably will ever have and the pissed off, jealous, picked on Josh kept me company today as I waited for my next class to start. I don't know what to say to him to make him feel any better because he wants to feel picked on I think. I have been with Josh for several of these moments and I hate that I feel helpless. I also hate that they are so frequent with him. I can say that I am really happy for Terra who is not here going to school. So why can't he be happy for his brother? I am a little jealous, but that is not going to stop me from going to school because I know that is what I am supposed to be doing. (I wouldn't wish Weber on anyone!)
I haven't heard from Elder Melancon in a month now. I will never say that I am waiting for him, but it is rather frustrating because I am not sure if I should just completely give up and move on. Who would I move on to? It seems to me that the only people that pay attention to me are the guys who are "fixer uppers" I am tired of being the bandage that keeps holding people together. You know when you have had a band aid on for too long when it either falls off, or leaves the sticky residue on your skin that doesn't come off for weeks after. Yeah. (This, however, does not include Paul because he is keeping me sane. I do not feel like his band aid.)
I think that I will save my ILP drama until my next post. I am feeling done with my word vomit whining. Next time there will be more uplifting news or I will make some up anyway.