I’m sorry Tumblr that I’ve been neglecting you from my life; all I’ve been doing is reblogging lately. I’ve either been too busy or simply lazy to blog!

So it looks like I’m not going to transfer this Fall, but most definitely I am transferring Spring 2013. I was going to take 5 classes this semester and 2 classes over the summer which would lead me to finish all my GE, but I ended up failing this one stupid fashion class last Fall and I dropped my accounting class for this semester. I’m taking business stats this semester as well so I know won’t be able to handle two math courses at the same time. I’m almost done though. When you think about it I only have 5 classes left to complete before I can transfer; however, I honestly feel so disappointed in myself. My dad is on my ass about graduating within 4 years. Sorry dad but it’s not going to happen. I feel bad that we pay out of pocket for my tuition and books, and previous semesters I dropped classes; therefore, I wasted my parents money. I guess the main reason for being dissapointed in myself is because I’m overwhelmed about pleasing my parents. I’m not as smart as my sisters, but I’m honestly trying my best to prove to my parents that I will graduate with a Bachelor’s degree and make a living for myself. I’m aware that I go out more than Theresa (maybe Monica) & I don’t stay home on a Friday and Saturday night to study, but I always complete whatever I have to finish on time. Time management is key, they just don’t see that I do that. I also work part time & make my own pocket money to pay for whatever necessities I need. I want them to see my determination, my persistence, and although my goals may seem unrealstic I want them to support the goals I have set up for myself. I want them to understand that I’m that type of person that likes to take my time on things because I’m all about quality. I want to learn shit & not just take all these classes in one semester. I’m sorry I’ve made stupid mistakes in the past, but I swear to you I will make up for it in the future & make you proud.

I’m still looking for a new job; I’m just not putting as much effort in to enforcing it. Same old drama at work, but this time I got yelled at by my manager. So my work pants broke & I ended up wearing the wrong pants to work because I had no other black pants besides that. I always wear my Uggs to work because they said it’s allowed, but apparently the day I wear it with the wrong pants… it’s not allowed. I was also ringing Franco up at our registers because I always thought it was OK. We all ring up people we know, but the day I wear the wrong pants & Uggs, and ring up my boyfriend… it’s not OK. As I was ringing Franco up my manager and Senior were at the corner & it seemed like they were talking hella shit. They were also giving me & Franco dirty ass looks. My co-workers heard what they were saying and they were getting mad because she was talking so loud behind my back. After her conversation with our Senior they went up to me and said, “Sandra you’re not allowed to ring up your own transaction.” I was returning black pants for Franco so she assumed I was buying new black pants for myself to wear. I told her it’s not mine and she asked, “Is this your boyfriend?” and I said yes and she let me go on with the transaction. After that she was super nice to me. My co-workers & I were like WTF. We all know how fake she is, how fake she acts around us, & how she plays favoritism with that Senior Princess of ours. So I asked my co-workers behind the gondolas what she was saying about me. After I talked to them I asked my manager if we can talk on the side. I talked to her in a calm manner and said, “I just didn’t appreciate how it seemed like you were talking about me behind my back…” & she cut me off right there. Right after she cut me off she started yelling at me saying, “First of all Sandra you’re giving me attitude with that head thing!” In my head I was like what head? Honestly she over exaggerated. She just went off on me and started yelling at me infront of customers & my co-workers. She didn’t even give me a chance to say what I needed to say because she assumed she was right from the start. I told her I’m not giving you any attitude but she’s like, “Yes you are!” So I let her talk & let her say what she needed to say about me then left. After that I was just so heated and frustrated. I was on the floor for a minute before I just went to the bathroom and started crying. One customer in the bathroom saw me crying and just talked to me. She said everytime she goes in the store my manager is always so grumpy and she doesn’t seem like a nice person. Some people who worked there were also comforting me, especially my co-workers because they know how she is and they said the yelling was unnecessary. FOREAL, it was. I was honestly about to go to the store manager and complain about my manager because she wouldn’t let me say what I needed to say. She assumed just because she’s the store manager & she’s older therefore more “wiser” she has authority over what she has to say about me. Yes I get she’s my manager that’s why I let her say what she needed to say & never gave one ounce of attitude, but the fact that she just didn’t even give me a chance to tell her what I felt uncomfortable with at this workplace just made me so frustrated. My co-worker pointed out that it seemed like she just got all defensive to protect herself. So while I was in the bathroom I heard Franco calling me from outside. He came to visit me on my 15 with his friend. Then when Franco went to go check up on the store my manager passes by and says, “Seriously Sandra? You brought your boyfriend to lurke around here?” I told her I didn’t & that he just came to visit. I asked if we could talk about this whole situation at the office so she agreed. However, as we were walking towards the office she continued to yell at me infront of everyone. I asked her calmly, “Can we not talk about this infront of customers” & she replied “I can say whatever I want to say infront of these people!” So we talked in the office & she just started to go off on me, “Your hair’s never done, your pants are faded, you don’t wear foundation…” basically that. My bad! I’m sorry I don’t cake up my face and wear dark eyeshadow! I’m sorry I don’t curl my hair everyday, but I straighten it. She contradicted herself on a lot of things. I could’ve pointed out situations in the past, but I just didn’t want to make things worse than what it was escalating to be. So I let her talk & I apologized for whatever “attitude” I apparently gave her. She did end up apologizing to me and gave me a hug after. The next day at work she was super nice to me and my co-workers noticed. I mean if there’s one thing I like about my manager she works with my school schedule. And that’s about it. I’ve blogged about other situations with her in the past so you can read it and weep. My co-worker was surprised that I didn’t walk and quit after the way she treated me. They all agree that the way she handled this wole situation was very immature and unprofessional. Everyone’s telling me to call Human Resources & I seriously will do that… one of these days. As of right now I’m just playing it cool, my co-workers are what’s keeping me sane in that store, and I will continue on with my job hunt.

After 3 months Franco & I are finally official. It’s crazy how this time last year I never expected to be in a relationship anytime soon, but you know how it is they come when you’re not looking. We did have a little bump in our relationship because I was tripping out over this one girl he messed around with in the past, and for some reason that bitch ass hoe kept popping up out of nowhere. I got all defensive because I was protecting myself from not getting played or hurt again. Like what I said in my previous blogs, I did not have a “drought” for 9 months to get my head straight and have someone fuck me over. However, he just proved every doubt wrong by actually communicating with me and showing that he genuinely cares. I really like how everything’s going between us that sometimes I’m afraid it’s just too good to be true, but I honestly have to stop thinking so negative. My friend pointed out how lucky I am to have a guy that actually gets me, my insecurities, and helps me see past all that. It’s true, I really am lucky. I’m also really grateful. As korny as it may sound but he’s like a blessing in disguise. With all these unexpected events that have happened since the day we first met I’m glad karma, or maybe even fate, gave me someone to just keep me sane in this crazy world of mine. I have a handful of friends and of course my family that keep me sane, but he’s just the finishing touch. I know… this is super korny ass shit & I hardly ever express my feelings but it’s truly how I feel. We see each other everyday, but I honestly don’t get tired of him. Just being in each other’s presence is enough for me. I’ll be at home by myself sometimes with hella shit to do & I would be super bored, but sometimes when we’re together and we’re just watching TV not saying a word to each other I’m surprisingly not bored. Everyday is different. We always have something to talk, joke, debate, and laugh about. I like how we make bets with each other even tho 80% of the time it doesn’t go through because we always forget to shake hands or we’re too broke. I like how we make fun of each other without getting butt hurt. I like how he’s not afraid to introduce me to his friends and family. I like how he’ll listen to me about what I need to say & not correct me if I’m wrong but instead lets me see a different approach to the situation. I like how we’ll start dancing in the car & show each other what we got when some slap comes on the radio. I like how he always comes to visit me during my 15 or lunch breaks at work that it got all my co-workers saying, “Aw! I wish my boyfriend did that!” I like how we always tell each other we’re not gonna eat out but we always text each other, “Hey you hungry? You wanna eat?” & our asses end up buying food then regretting it later because we’re both getting chubs. I love those random kisses and the way he smells my hair and forehead. I like how he tries to make me laugh when I’m having a bad day. I like our sarcasm, spontainety, and inside jokes. I love the comfort of having him there when we’re sleeping or cuddling. I could go on & on but basically I love how we not only act as lovers but as best friends. Ugh! I know this is so korny! I’m really not used to all of this, but after patiently waiting for so long to be with someone that knows my worth I can’t help but smile. Seriously, my heart skips a beat everytime I think about him and all of this. Ok I’ll stop right there before y’all start cringing lol.

Alright well this blog is way too damn long but honestly that’s what has been happening to me. I’ve also been finally putting my ID to use and going to happy hour, 21+ clubs & lounges when I can. We’re going to Beyond in March! Too excited for that! I’m just enjoying life as it is. I’ll try my best to go back to blogging on the daily or usual so my blogs won’t be this long. Good night Tumblr! Until next time.