Woah, bro

I recently just had to block one of my ex boyfriends from my phone and facebook.

No worries, guys.  He wasn't threatening me or anything, he was just being a whiny little bitch.

Seriously though.  Almost every single day I would get a text from him.  We literally dated for almost 2 weeks and he feels like he needs to be a centerpoint in my life.  No.  Just, NO.  He would send me these long paragraph messages, and I would ignore most of them or just reply with a one word answer because what do you say to someone you don't really want to talk to because they're annoying?

Recently he's been prying into my life in California, stalking my Facebook page and asking about the new friends I made--- trying to mirror what I do to make it seem like he's having just as much fun.  I'm just like, "LOOK, it's awesome you're having fun in Arizona, BUT I DON'T CARE."  You'd think me responding to texts with the singular "cool" or just not responding at all would give him the hint that I could give two shits about the events in his life.

The other day he started in with a lot of accusational texts asking if I had broken up with him for someone else, and I was a little taken aback.  I broke up with him because he was clingy, over emotional, and a tad controlling.  And I told him this.  I broke my single response text pattern to do so. Still, the texts were relentless so I finally broke down and told him about a tiny fling I had with a friend of mine WELL after we had broken up to see if that would shut him up.

It didn't.  It just began the long paragraphs of "Did we even have anything special?"  "Why did you feel the need to do that?" "Please help me not hate you, I'm really hurt."

And I'm just like, uhhh.... We "dated" for maybe two weeks, I broke up with you, and I can do whatever the hell I want.  I don't care how you feel because my decisions have nothing to do with you, nor did they ever at any point. You can feel free to feel however you wish.

The texts didn't stop, so I stopped them.  HOPEFULLY he doesn't try to contact me through other sources (like my work e-mail) and I'm going to cross my fingers that this ends any and ties I had to him.

But guys.  This is the most drama I've ever had with a relationship (and I'm using the term VERY loosely). I hope I never have to deal with anyone like this ever again.

Adjusting

Oh boy.

I meant to write sooner, but you know how it is.  Life.  Doing stuff. Laziness.

I'm still settling into California--- still making friends and exploring the area, of course.

Almost every day I make a list of things that I just NEED to do.  Like: pick up my packages from the post office, clean the bathroom, buy stuff on Amazon for my room.

I didn't realize how many things I needed in terms of "homegoods" until I got here.  I spent a large portion of my last paycheck on pans, a tea kettle, and cooking utensils.  I still need to buy a few more dinnerware items, but that'll have to wait until next pay day.

And just buying little things like food, cleaning supplies, and clothes--- I'm just like, WOAH. I really need to reasses the meaning of want vs. need.

I want a knife set, but I don't need it right now.

or

I need to get wifi in my room, but it's not a priority.

It's hard for me to prioritize one over the other.  And I have the same mental battle for anything else I want/need.

Here's a list of things that I want/need, but haven't gotten yet because they're pretty expensive:

-A compass tattoo
-A rice cooker
-A new camera
-A mobile hotspot  jk. I just bought one.
-dinnerware set

I mean, this list is virtually infinite. But I decided to stop myself there.

Ugh. Stuff.

Dammit.

Guys. I miss Keesler.

Well, mainly all the friends I made there.

I miss my awesome roommate Camella.

I miss my wonderful weather friend Cres.

I miss my quasi British friend Ben.

I miss my CQ friend/musical soulmate Kameron.

I miss the entirety of Drum and Bugle corp.

And most of all, I miss my adorable guy friend Yates.

When I was outprocessing to leave the base I was kind of a mess. I was running things on a pretty tight schedule, and things ended up not falling into place. We had commander's call--- which caused my entire schedule to get moved back by an hour. I wasn't able to make it to the travel office to ship my bags, so I had a mini freak out trying to figure out how I was going to get my stuff there.

The student post office only took cash for shipping, which sucked because I DID NOT have enough cash to ship 3 bags, and I didn't want to pay a stupid ATM fee, so I ended up taking my bags to the UPS office. I was scrambling around trying to find someone with a car so that I could avoid paying for a cab--- My friend Camella didn't get off duty until 6, and most of the places closed at 6-- and pretty much all of my friends with cars had already graduated.

Then I remembered the guy I was late to curfew with, Yates.

I quickly called him up and used all the charm I could muster to get him to give me a ride. It didn't really take much to convince him to drive me somewhere so he could avoid studying for a little bit. For some reason whenever we hang out he always gets us lost. Without fail. But it was nice. I got to spend more time hanging out with him. We rode around listening to country music, the Lonely Island, and some obscene rap about genitals, and we passed a bunch of places that we hung out at, and there were even these two streets next to each other named after our home states.

 Seeing all of that--- I got a little nostalgic.

 I didn't realize how close I had gotten to him. He's one of the coolest guys I've had the privilege to be friends with. He's different than what I'm used to--- he's like a man's man. He's told me multiple times "I'm not pussy, I'm a Yates."  I mean, he's literally a cowboy.  He has a horse named Bob.  His parents named him after a John Wayne movie character.  He's the type of guy that wants to be on the front line of everything, charging through and doing things that most people are too lazy to do, but at the same time he can be laid-back and fun. I can honestly say that the quality of males that I have been associating with pale in comparison.

It wasn't until that moment that I realized that I was really going to miss all the people that I had met. I feel like I'm leaving little pieces of myself behind. I can only hope that one day our paths will cross again. Hell, we're all in the same military branch, so it's a strong possibility. Man. I know that I'm going to make new friends, but I also just want to hold all the friendships that I made at Keesler close to me. Yates told me that the military always takes your friends away, and that's one of the things that he doesn't like, and I didn't realize the magnitude of what he was trying to convey until now. I grew so close to these people in such a short amount of time due to the circumstance we're all in, so leaving them behind makes me feel a little melancholy.

So it goes.

How ya doin'?

Yup. I only have time to vlog apparently. Excuse the fact that I am too damn lazy to edit anything.