Getting tired of this...

I used to think that my life was interesting because I move a lot. It has contributed to my adaptability and minimalist attitude, but now I'm just frustrated. My other blog entitled '42 reasons to enlist' includes a detailed workout schedule that I keep trying to update, but every time I start to figure out a schedule and stick with it, something changes. Last week, my boyfriend and I broke up. :( I spent most of the week brooding, which made things tense with my roommate and I, so I didn't really exercise. This weekend, I was sick...like TMI, don't want the details sick. I just got a new job that I will probably start sometime this week or next :D but that means that my new schedule won't work. Instead of trying to come up with a new schedule, I'm just going to make a general one until school starts. Once school starts, I will have a very stable schedule until the Spring semester, and then again until I graduate. After that, I might join the military, and I have no idea what that will have in store for me.
Anyways, my point is that I kind of wish that my life was a bit more stable. I know that it won't be very stable in the military, but at least I will be able to have more focus in my life and access to the resources I need.
I am still a bit sick, but I am starting to get some energy back, and I can hold down food and water now. I am kind of wondering if anyone actually reads this or any of my blogs? According to my stats they do, but no one ever comments, so I am under the impression that the only reason anyone reads this is because they are just going through random blogs. It's kind of depressing, but I never expected to be some popular blogger in the first place. :P

The Bible

http://www.whatchristianswanttoknow.com/where-is-the-best-place-to-start-reading-the-bible-for-a-new-christian/


I decided to try going through the Bible again. I almost rolled my eyes at that one too. :) This link gives an idea of where I am reading. The idea is to read the fun, interesting stuff. Stuff that you want to know, without long geniologies, doomsday predictions, or chapters of numbers and laws. Let's face it, our generation wants stories and love. That is what we want to read about!

Sugar Cookie Disaster

Is it March already? Wow. So, I decided to make some sugar cookies today, but I couldn't find any baking powder. I thought they would be fine without it.....they weren't. They were the worst cookies EVER! I had to throw out the entire two batches. :/ Maybe next time. Oh well.

Typos

I hate reading a post or message that someone wrote and being so distracted by bad grammar and spelling that I just give up. Well, I was reading some of my old post and I am guilty. I hang my head in shame. To be fair, most of the mistakes and whatnot ARE just typos, so I can almost forgive myself for that. Plus the fact that I tend to write tired, so I am not paying attention.

WTF???

I logged on and was trying to look at my recent posts, but it says that they don't exist O.O
holy fritos! I hope not. I put a lot of effort into this blog

So, about what I said earlier....?

I noticed that a couple of posts earlier, I said that Connor and I were not going to be in a relationship, and then last post said we were.... tee hee oops? I really like him. He is the most sweet and understanding man I have ever met. He always seems to know just how to react to me.

This past weekend, I was an emotional wreck. I don't know why, but I was. I cried twice and I could tell that he was freaked out by it, but he still reacted perfectly. Both times, it started with something sexual. He just held me and said that he was there for me no matter what and that I didn't have to do anything I didn't want to. I felt so bad, but I am getting more and more uncomfortable around the male body as time goes on. I used to attribute my phallaphobia to inexperience, but I don't think I can say that now. He asked me to give him a BJ and I burst into tears. How pathetic is that? I don't know if this has anything to do with my sexual orientation or my background, but I want answers! I am so frustrated, and I know he is too.

So, I know I touched on the fact that I like to be spanked. As with most women, this is generally a playful and sexual thing, but I have also been curious about domestic discipline. So, when Connor told me that I was being lazy and deserved a real spanking, I said ok. Unfortunately for me, he brought it up a week or two before the event itself. Therefore I had plenty of time to psych myself out. I know that he would never injure me, but I knew it would hurt a lot. When the time came, he gave me a warm up with his hand and then spanked me with a ruler. It stung quite a bit, but it was nothing too bad...Then he got out the bath brush. *shudder* That thing is brutal. He said he didn't hit me that hard, but I started crying from the pain. That was the first time in a long time that I have cried from pain of any sort, especially outside pain. He was going to spank me with the spoon as well, but he said that I obviously had enough. Once he let me up, he gathered me into his arms and let me calm down. He assured me that I took my spanking like a 'good girl' and that it was all over. I am not saying that I would look forward to another spanking like that, but I trust him if he ever says that I need another one. At first, I didn't want him to playfully spank me, but after a while my mischievous side took over once again. :) I think that a loving DD relationship would be very healthy for me. I hope that, IF I decide to be in a relationship again, it will be very much like this one.

Sadly for me, Connor is moving to North Carolina on March 12th. We will more than likely break off our short lived relationship at that point and go our separate ways.

I am starting a new job soon. I took and passed the test to become a substitute teacher in the San Diego Unified District. I hope that I actually get some work soon, but I have to get TB tested and do some paperwork first. Ugh.

Contagious

Everything has gone to shit. This past weekend, I went to mexico and got a root canal. When I go back to the states, Walter agreed to pick me up. He met me at Lolita's (yum), but the car refused to start. That was Sunday. His brother got a tow truck to haul it to a in front of a friend of a friend's house, then gave us a ride home. Since then, No one has been able to work, I got a really bad cold (I'm sick, I don't really know what kind), and I missed my only chance at getting a job, because we couldn't get the car fixed in time for me to go to the test. Walter is now sick. So, to wrap up my list of crap:

Within a month's time, I have gotten in a car crash, gone to the hospital, had to get a root canal, got me and Walter sick, there are no workable cars, quit my job and have no prospects, haven't seen my boyfriend in two weeks(I know, "boo hoo")and I now have no money, because I spent my last buck on the car.

If I remember later, I will elaborate more on each thing, but I am still tired and sick, so for now

Ciao