Marie-Anthoenette

So another year has gone by. Let's see where we're at now. -Remember how I said I was going back to college to get a history degree? Yeah, scratch that. Student loans are a bitch, and once you've got them, it's pretty impossible to get them again if you haven't paid back any yet. Oh well. Instead, I've actually been going to a tech school for the past six months. I'm a few months away from taking a certification exam in medical billing & coding. After that, I'm going to get certified as a medical transcriptionist. And after that, as a medical administrative assistant. Is it my dream job? Hell no. But will it give me a steady income, room to grow, and pretty decent all-in-all life? Hopefully. -I actually have talked to my ex twice now. Once was a brief conversation of him asking how I was. The other was him apologizing for what happened and then us shooting the shit for a few minutes. I should probably message him back that I've forgiven him. It's been a few months since. The longtime

Alright, not as long as before, but here's the newest updates.I've applied to go back to college to get a history degree. I'm sure there are plenty of people out there that'll tell me it's a useless degree, but they can kiss my ass. This is what I want, and I haven't been this excited in awhile. I miss school.Still split from the ex, and we haven't spoken in nearly a year now. I still miss him sometimes, but that's more the friendship than anything. I also dated a longtime friend of mine for a few months, but that wasn't meant to be. We're still friends though, so that's what matters.I was working at the nursing home, but management changed a

So it's been a long time since I've written one of these, and a lot has changed. So here we go.I left college in May of last year, and haven't been back. Turns out that International Relations is not what I want to do with my life. Yesterday though, I applied to the college my brother goes to in the hopes of getting my AA and then getting a Bachelor's of History.About two months ago, the (ex)boyfriend and I split up. We'd been living in an apartment together for about two months, and everything just sort of went downhill from there. I'm too anal about things, and he was too immature. The final straw was when I had to walk home from work in th