First time in a very long time that I'm posting an entry!

I'm officially very, very poor! A series of circumstances has brought me to this situation, so let me give you all a quick outline of what has occurred in relatively recent history:

A little less than a year ago, I quit the full-time job I held working for the low-cost veterinary service, and "demoted" myself to the part-time position that I had previously held. This move led to a great boom of personal happiness and freedom, but was quite a severe blow to my bank account, which royally sucks.

Fall of 2008, I re-enter undergrad, taking one class (anatomy and physiology) in preparation for Nursing school.

Spring of 2009, I'm back to school full-time, and, as a consequence, working much less than my expenses deem necessary.

And there we are. I'm poor as shit, and I have to ask my parents to help and bail me out of this one.

You want to know something, though?

It's not really all that bad! I'm starting Nursing school. Nurses, I've learned, earn quite a good amount of money! The icing on the cake, though, is this: it's so EASY to find a job!

I just want to be done with school already. Seriously, I'm too old for this krizzap.

That's all I really feel like writing for now. But I won't take as long a hiatus this time, and that's a pinky promise!

It's been forever since i've posted something here! Right now, i'm working part-time and am back in school. i'm taking prerequisites to nursing programs, and i've already sent applications out to a few places. i'm really, really hoping to get into Drexel in Philly--they have a one year BSN program for those possessing a bachelors in a field other than nursing, and one year is SOOOOOO short compared to most other programs. The closest is UMD with an 18 month program. The RN-ASN program at Middlesex County College is two years, and that sucks.

Anyway, i'm studying for an exam.

i'll write more at some point. Just not now.

... but it really sucks when i go out to a bar and end up having little to no conversation...

because i have to avoid almost everyone in the bar...

because i've slept with almost everyone in the bar.

Last night was seriously the most awkward night of my life.

There's more to it, i just don't feel like reliving the experience right now.

i am so fucking sick of my fucking job! It's very unlike me to get nasty with anyone at work, but my boss really pinched the wrong Goddamn nerve today. You know, i work very, very hard at what i do--much harder than any unskilled $9/hour job deserves or requires, as far as upselling and investing a lot of time and effort into the pathetic company that i work for--and everything i do has gone unrecognized for the several years that i've worked there. Never before, though, have i felt so utterly disgusted at the way my boss treats me and my fellow underlings.

Every Saturday, we are SUPPOSED to fill the vans we use for transportation so that the Sunday crews do not have to in the morning. This is a supposed-to situation, not a have-to. i didn't fill the van i used on Saturday because i was tired and didn't feel like spending the time, thinking that Sunday's crew would notice and fill it on the way to their first clinic.

They did notice; however, they wanted to stop at a rest stop that offered food as well as gas. It just so happens that those rest stops fall much further along down the highway than they had planned, so they ran out of gas on the way, were consequently late, pissed everyone off, and blamed me. Not that i necessarily give a shit--i'm a fairly easy-going guy, and i just don't care about my job so much anymore. But! the fucking bitch of a whore who undeservedly calls herself my boss says to me this morning (BEFORE anyone else arrives at the office--she would never do this in front of anyone else) that if i don't fill the vans on Saturday, she's going to fire me ON. THE. SPOT.

One: it's not true. That whore wouldn't fire me if she had to, because i sell stuff. i am one of two people who sell anything, and she knows this. If she fires me, her paycheck suffers BIG time.

Two: i don't give a shit. i make $9 an hour. i could make more lifting boxes at UPS, with MUCH less responsibility. Which, may i add, is something that i've applied to do today, because i hate that whore.

So, i was nasty to her for the rest of the day. i ignored everything she said, told her i didn't know how to fix her crappy old computer when she couldn't figure out that all she needed to do was open the task manager and shut down Internet Explorer, and cut out before finishing everything that needed to be done because i DO NOT GIVE A SHIT.

i just can't work this fucking job anymore! It's not worth the stress.

On a side note: i bought a kilt, and it looks hot.

i haven't updated in a couple months! Not much has changed, really.

i submitted all of my stuff to Middlesex County College, just waiting for them to receive my transcripts. i'm going to go full-time in the Fall and take all of the prerequisites for the nursing program. Hopefully i can be done completely with school in two years, at which point i'll be raking in the green. This is something i should have done when i first started college--in High School, i was all gung-ho about nursing school, but i never thought i could cut it with the science and math requirements. But you know, i kind of just decided that it's something i really want to do, and even if i have to buckle down and study eight hours a night for the next two years to succeed in it, it's what i'm going to do. i really want this.

Spent this past weekend with my Daddies. On Friday They took me to leather night at Cruisin', which is always a lot of fun. i got totally wasted, but that's not unusual at all. On Sunday, W/we went to the patriarchs of O/our family's wedding reception. After something like a million years, They finally tied the knot. Much love, woot woot. Daddy Tom took a picture of the six of U/us--the Big Daddies, Their boy tom, my Daddies and me--all together which will be really, really cute.

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Here are some pictures from my friend Spanky's event in Asbury a couple weeks ago. I look fat in them.

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From now on, i'm only going to post happy things. There's too much to be upset about, so let's focus on things that exist to counterbalance that.

i had a great night with my Daddies last night. i went over right after work and hung out with Daddy Tom, helped Him make a great dinner (although He really did all of the work, i kind of just did the dishes), and then W/we ate after Daddy Dan got home from work. Then W/we watched South Park and random television stuff and went to bed.

i headed back to my parents' house this morning and convinced my father to get a lock put on my bedroom door, as my older brother has been stealing from my room again. Well, i kind of went into a rage and made a lot of threats, but i finally, FINALLY got my point across. So the positive side of all of that? i won't have to worry about my things being stolen anymore. The locksmith is coming this afternoon. The product of nearly five years of getting my things stolen from my own room. It's a great, great relief.

i'll post more about this later.

It's not that i would rather be working...

But i get SO bored on my days off, mostly because my free time is mid-week. my Daddies have Monday through Friday jobs, and it gets a little frustrating--yeah i get to see them during the week, but i can never hang out for too long when W/we go out on Fridays and Saturdays because i have to be up pretty early on the weekends.

i was talking with Daddy Dan about work--i feel like my boss has been stringing me along for a while with promises of a promotion and talk about taking over her position, and i'm getting impatient and tired of feeling stuck--and i've decided to go back to school. i've been researching vet schools... i think my chances of getting into a vet school in the United States are pretty slim, considering both that i have no background in the sciences and the fact that US vet schools are so damn competitive, so i've been looking into overseas vet schools. It's a possibility, and a likely one at that, but it's a long and expensive path that i can not commit to yet.

i did, however, apply to Middlesex County College, and i'm going to be taking biology courses. After a year of getting the general foundations down, i'm going to decide if it's time to apply to vet school, or time to apply for a nursing program. It's something i've wanted to do for a while but never believed that i could, and it's got great job stability (and the pay's pretty good, too).

So i dunno.

A couple of weeks ago--maybe three--I asked two friends of mine, a couple who both consider themselves to be Dominant, if I could be their leatherboy. We've spent a lot of time hanging out over the past few weeks, but now it's pretty much a sure thing that I'm their leatherboy. I'm excited! I've had a significant and growing interest in being involved in a Dom/sub relationship for quite some time now, and I'm finally getting there.

One of my Daddies is kind of serving as my mentor, teaching me about the leather community and helping me get more involved. Pretty much from taking care of my leather and how to properly serve my Daddies to more abstract things like what it means to be a leatherboy. He's very dominant, but I can joke around and play with him. My other Daddy is a little bit more severe--He doesn't like it when I joke or anything, but He's very affectionate with me nonetheless. With Him, it's more about serving and obeying Him.

So yeah, very few of my friends know that I'm a submissive leatherboy, but now you do! :P

I just have to get used to NOT capitalizing the word "i." The English major in me gets rubbed the wrong way by incorrect punctuation.

So still working. Had to take a few days off this month because I was sick, and then I took today off for the hell of it. Well, not really for the hell of it--have a friend's party of sorts to go to later.

Have been getting involved more and more with the leather community here. I'm friends with a couple of daddies, and I've asked them if I could be their boy. We have to talk more about it though, but it's exciting.

On a sort-of related note: Why do all these fags say they want to fuck "str8-acting" guys? Can you be straight acting when there is another man's cock up your ass?