class of 2003

So, I was thinking the other day while I was getting ready for work.. Not only have I not blogged in forever but it crossed my mind that I graduated in 2003. In 2 years it'll be 10 years since I've been out of high school and have yet to go to college. Wow, have I really accomplished a lot. Psyche.

I'm 26 years old, single, live in East Atlanta with a roommate whom I've known for probably 6 to 7 years now, work in a restaurant in little 5..the list goes on. The list doesn't seem to make me sound any better so, I'm just going to stop there..

I pictured my life a little differently back when I graduated 8 years ago.. I was going to do something with my life and be proud of all that I've accomplished.. and NONE of that happened. As soon as I graduated I went right to work starting at chili's bar and grill on highway 78, then onto applebee's on stone mountain highway and even sadly working for napa auto parts as a delivery driver on peachtree industrial. That's when I got the awesome big girl job working for MBS [medical business service] in a cubicle collecting insurance payments..I was making the big dollas: $12.68 an hour. Who doesn't love a guaranteed paycheck every 2 weeks? Until, I got fired. FAIL. And now I'm working in the largest well known soccer bar in little 5.
During all that time I was seeing Justin [it would of been 7 years together this june 17th]. We had plans to get married, already picked out children names..the works. But, low and behold if you've read a few of my posts back..that didn't work out as planned.
moving forward..

It wasn't until 2 years after graduating till i figured out what I wanted to go to college for.. interpreting for the hearing impaired. Aka: sign language. Now that I've figured out what I want to study..I'm just too wicked nervous to get back into school. What's even worse, nowI have no transportation to get me to and from school. On top of lack of transportation, school fees.. lordy lordy. It is never ending how many fails can be accounted for in just this one paragraph.

Well, while thinking how depressing my life is at this very moment..the 10 year class reunion will be in 2 years. [Which threw me into a bigger slum. ]Maybe I should get my act together and start doing something with myself instead of working at a restaurant in little 5 and living with someone whom I've never even seen naked before.
Or, I could always go the Romie and Michelle high school reunion route..

I invented post-its.

clever, right?

I donno, but all I do know is that some time soon I need to start getting my act together and grow up. I'm again, 26 years old and working in an industry that I have no way of excelling in. I'm single, and without baby gravy, I'm never going to be able to have kids [unless I go to the bank of course]. Cause when it comes time to reunite with my 2003 graduates.. the title of "I invented post-its" has already been taken and I need to come up with my own invention:

the invention of myself.