Living the Transient Life

I'm getting ready to move. Again. I've been at my mom's for the past month, sitting in stasis.

My car is packed. The cats know something is up. For some reason I don't want to leave. I want to stay here with my mother. Did I suddenly regress to 12?

Here's the thing. I'm tired of moving. I want to be somewhere permananent, solid, home. I guess that I've been trying to find my fit for a long time now and it just hasn't happened. So I guess that I'll keep moving, trying to find my fit until I find someplace that feels right to me. My real fear? That I'll never find it.

Ok, Seriously....

I've been blogging on MySpace for a while now, but I think that as someone that's staring thirty in the eye, I should probably move on from MySpace. Plus, the "what up, boo?" crap was starting to get old, and as much as I love to tear into dumbasses, there really wasn't enough time in the day. So here's my first, real life, grown up blog. Wow, I feel like a big girl now. Also, I've probably stolen someone's name, but if they want to get into a fight for it, they'll find me. And then they'll lose.

So, are introductions in order here? I was raised right, as my momma, said, or at least she tried, but this big ass mouth of mine couldn't stay shut long enough for her to teach me tact. I haven't decided what direction I'm wanting this blog to go in as of yet. I guess that I could bitch about everything that sucks.....but so MANY people do that these days, plus I'm not an angst filled 13 year old that cuts myself, so I guess that's out. BUT, I don't want it to be a "la, la, la....I went to class today, it was fun. then my boyfriend and I made out on the couch for an hour. then we ate pizza." kind of blog either, so there's that. I guess what it's going to end up being is a chronical (spelling? not my forte) of what it's like to be a student again. To be living in a college town again. To be me. You know how most people have an internal censor working for them, keeping in all the crap that they're thinking, like "you're a pompous jackass that needs to shut up now." from coming out of their mouth? I don't have that. I do have another internal censor that keeps the seriously bad stuff from coming out. Stuff like "I wish that you had never married my mother, you alcoholic waste of air. You made my childhood hell and I wish that when you die, wherever you go, you get what's coming to you." You know, things like that.

As much fun as this has been, I'm feeling kind of old today. Christmas. Meh. So, I'm going to go sit my old ass in my recliner and watch CSI.