Transform Buttercup

A year later, and I actually forgot that I had even attempted to start a blog.
On my way to receive my MSN (Master of Science in Nursing), and listening to people who constantly convey how much I am going to get, ($) out of working hard..school/internship.
I suppose I appreciate their hopeful words of encouragement, their acclaimed stories of achievements, and so on, but sometimes, I'm just like damn, am I really acting like I care about what you've accomplished. You've also accomplished a dirty divorce, and disgust all of the people you step on to keep your feet dry. This could be the story of many, I understand.
The humble Florence Nightengale of my generation is what I strive to be.
It's really hard to deal with people who do not understand a person's real underlying
intentions. Sure money is a perk, it pays the bills, keeps people alive, and gets the world turning.

I still haven't understood the hookups between strangers on the street, in bars, or where have you. Perhaps I still have a lot of room to grow here and in the world with random incognition. And also experiencing the idea of anything between someone., it's honestly a love/hate feeling to be single or attached to someone.
I find it really odd that I'm just not finding what I want in a guy. I mean look, I am not out for Mr. Perfect, but I also don't want to find him now either. I don't want to be a failed marriage starting at 22, no matter what the circumstances. I guess I can say this because I haven't found someone I really enjoy the hell out of...day...night...whenever.
And while friendships grow and sometimes fade away between previous persons and such, it baffles me how much what I thought I was looking for, and what I was settling for, is not what I am looking forward to. <--Oh look a preposition at the end of the phrase.
But alas, what really begins to become irrelevant, is being hit on because "[I] have a great ass."
I live for that line. Thanks boys, you're real winners.


Love stories and endless mind rants on past, previous, current, and wannabe guys for me bore me, and you too. Let's move on definitely, maybe.


So I'm almost 22 in 6 days. I really am trying not to grow up too fast.
A person never knows how or what the next day brings, and not that I am awaiting every chance I get to jump out of an airplane, but I really want to live life a little more each day.
The airplane thing actually sounds like a great idea.