I really appreciate how concerned and supportive you all are. I just wanted to reassure you that I am fine. Things are fine. Everything is just good. Okay? I feel like every time I post anything on here, everyone thinks I'm suicidal and the world is ending. Ya'll are a touch overreacting. I am a tough girl. I am like the girl on True Grit. Only prettier. And blonde. And not so dusty. And without an accent. And my father didn't get shot. And I am not out for revenge on my father's murderer. Okay, okay, the only thing we have in common as that we're tough. But I am tough.
Really. Even though I post negative things on here sometimes. That's because those are the only things of note. It wouldn't be interesting to tell you I went and got french fries with Abbie and Mikelle. But that happened, and it was fun and good. Just because I didn't put it on here doesn't mean it didn't happen. This blog is not my life.
So if we could all just take a deep breath, calm down, and maybe temper our reactions a tad, that'd be great. Because I'm good! Really!
Thanks,
Lizzy ;)
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
well, there's good news, and then there's bad news.
I've decided to start with the bad news, so we can end on a cheery note.
Chad and I broke up. It was his decision, not mine. I don't understand why. Trust me, I'm as shocked as you are. I've been nothing but faithful and supportive, I've never so much as held hands with another guy or even been on one single date since he left 14 months ago. I've been writing and emailing, and as far as I can tell, I didn't do anything wrong. Just a month ago he was all, "I can't wait to marry you" and all that crap. So yeah, no idea what caused this.
The worst part was he didn't even tell me. He told his mother. She ended our relationship on Facebook, so I actually had to call her to find out why and hear it secondhand. I didn't exactly react with shining colors, and it wasn't my proudest moment. But I don't really feel bad. I'm kind of glad she's angry with me, because their family holds grudges for all of eternity and so I couldn't get back with him even if he wanted to. Which he will. Because this is what he does. Although he's never broken up with me before...
It's....you know, it sucks. Big time. I feel like a huge fool for trusting him. I wish I had listened to the signs and chosen rationally rather than trusting my heart. But he asked me to marry him, for goodness' sakes. It's not as if I ever expected this to happen. I still don't know why.
But I'm permanently done. It's over. I've asked him not to contact me again at any point. We are not staying friends, and most of his immediately family has either deleted me or blocked me on Facebook. That hurts, but it's definitely conclusive. You know everything I know, so please no questions, and pity and sympathy really bother me. I'm not ready to talk about it. Thanks for respecting that.
The good news is, I got a job! I'm working Mondays through Fridays from 10am to 6pm for a company called Ancestry.com. I'm essentially indexing records for money. It's a good job, and I'm glad to have it. I will likely continue with that job and work 20 hours a week during the school year, if I like it. I hope I will, it seems like a great place to work.
Love,
Lizzy.
Chad and I broke up. It was his decision, not mine. I don't understand why. Trust me, I'm as shocked as you are. I've been nothing but faithful and supportive, I've never so much as held hands with another guy or even been on one single date since he left 14 months ago. I've been writing and emailing, and as far as I can tell, I didn't do anything wrong. Just a month ago he was all, "I can't wait to marry you" and all that crap. So yeah, no idea what caused this.
The worst part was he didn't even tell me. He told his mother. She ended our relationship on Facebook, so I actually had to call her to find out why and hear it secondhand. I didn't exactly react with shining colors, and it wasn't my proudest moment. But I don't really feel bad. I'm kind of glad she's angry with me, because their family holds grudges for all of eternity and so I couldn't get back with him even if he wanted to. Which he will. Because this is what he does. Although he's never broken up with me before...
It's....you know, it sucks. Big time. I feel like a huge fool for trusting him. I wish I had listened to the signs and chosen rationally rather than trusting my heart. But he asked me to marry him, for goodness' sakes. It's not as if I ever expected this to happen. I still don't know why.
But I'm permanently done. It's over. I've asked him not to contact me again at any point. We are not staying friends, and most of his immediately family has either deleted me or blocked me on Facebook. That hurts, but it's definitely conclusive. You know everything I know, so please no questions, and pity and sympathy really bother me. I'm not ready to talk about it. Thanks for respecting that.
The good news is, I got a job! I'm working Mondays through Fridays from 10am to 6pm for a company called Ancestry.com. I'm essentially indexing records for money. It's a good job, and I'm glad to have it. I will likely continue with that job and work 20 hours a week during the school year, if I like it. I hope I will, it seems like a great place to work.
Love,
Lizzy.
Friday, June 3, 2011
new plan: marry a rich old guy who dies and leaves me a million dollars.
Well, so once upon I time I'm retarded and I hit a building with my car. It's not as bad as it sounds; it was an abandoned storefront and I only broke one window panel. I had reversed into a parking spot and I was waiting for a friend. He came out and got in the car. Forgetting the car was in park, I hit the gas lightly. To my surprise, the car went slightly backwards. Sometimes my truck has a transmission problem where you have to give it a bit of gas to get it to start driving. I assumed this problem was happening and the truck was rolling backwards. So I gave it more gas. To my intense surprise, the truck began moving backwards more rapidly. I panicked. The further backwards I got, the more I floored it, because I just couldn't comprehend why this was happening. Then I hit a building.
I was really really really really upset when it first happened, because guess what, I'M BROKE. Absolutely 100% flat broke. I can't pay for a freakin' new window, I can't even buy groceries. Thankfully my mother, who admittedly has done her fair share of that sort of thing, was very understanding and did not kill me.
However. Things got more complicated when somehow, instead of going through me, whoever the crap owns the abandoned storefront started going through my mom and stepdad. Since no one ever told me anything, I just waited to hear back from them. Then my mom said they were handling it. No one ever told me anything still. Yesterday my mom said they'd been busy and hadn't gotten around to it and could I get some quotes. Today I met with someone to get a quote.
Guess what. The window is repaired--and they decided to fix the whole storefront while they were at it, and are going to charge me for the whole thing.
Now I have to come up with 5 grand. I have NO POSSIBLE WAY to do that. I have tried everything, absolutely everything I can possibly do to get a job. I have applied everywhere. Everywhere. There is no savings, I've been out of work for 2 months.
There is no solution. Just kill me now.
I was really really really really upset when it first happened, because guess what, I'M BROKE. Absolutely 100% flat broke. I can't pay for a freakin' new window, I can't even buy groceries. Thankfully my mother, who admittedly has done her fair share of that sort of thing, was very understanding and did not kill me.
However. Things got more complicated when somehow, instead of going through me, whoever the crap owns the abandoned storefront started going through my mom and stepdad. Since no one ever told me anything, I just waited to hear back from them. Then my mom said they were handling it. No one ever told me anything still. Yesterday my mom said they'd been busy and hadn't gotten around to it and could I get some quotes. Today I met with someone to get a quote.
Guess what. The window is repaired--and they decided to fix the whole storefront while they were at it, and are going to charge me for the whole thing.
Now I have to come up with 5 grand. I have NO POSSIBLE WAY to do that. I have tried everything, absolutely everything I can possibly do to get a job. I have applied everywhere. Everywhere. There is no savings, I've been out of work for 2 months.
There is no solution. Just kill me now.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
still no job+ultimate road trip!
Well, still no news on the job front. However I did have an interview yesterday at Ancestry.com, and it went pretty well. It was many times better than a number of job interviews I've had. You see, my resume is fairly impressive, and I've gotten a lot of interviews off it. Unfortunately, I am unable to mimic human behavior for twenty minutes in order to have a normal interview.
My worst one was probably the one I had last week. It was for an HR position at BYU Broadcasting. I am qualified for the position, but when I went in for the interview, I suddenly realized my brain had decided to take that particularly inconvenient moment to go on vacation. Whatever entity it left behind lacked the ability to coherently answer even the simplest questions. Every question I was asked, I would just start talking, and five minutes later realize I had no idea where the sentence was going, I hadn't answered the question, and I'd just said, "I put the most important things first" at least five times. I think during the course of the interview, I said, "I put the most important things first" at least 27 times. Needless to say, I did not actually get the job.
But this interview yesterday, I had all of my mental faculties firing on all pistons. I think I managed to pull off a professional, if a bit shy, interview. The lady seemed to like me, and I really really really hope she hires me. I'll hear back by next Thursday. So everyone pray, okay? I need this job.
Because! Yesterday we also planned our road trip, which we will be taking from August 8th-17th. Four girls. Five cities. Nine days. It will be...
My worst one was probably the one I had last week. It was for an HR position at BYU Broadcasting. I am qualified for the position, but when I went in for the interview, I suddenly realized my brain had decided to take that particularly inconvenient moment to go on vacation. Whatever entity it left behind lacked the ability to coherently answer even the simplest questions. Every question I was asked, I would just start talking, and five minutes later realize I had no idea where the sentence was going, I hadn't answered the question, and I'd just said, "I put the most important things first" at least five times. I think during the course of the interview, I said, "I put the most important things first" at least 27 times. Needless to say, I did not actually get the job.
But this interview yesterday, I had all of my mental faculties firing on all pistons. I think I managed to pull off a professional, if a bit shy, interview. The lady seemed to like me, and I really really really hope she hires me. I'll hear back by next Thursday. So everyone pray, okay? I need this job.
Because! Yesterday we also planned our road trip, which we will be taking from August 8th-17th. Four girls. Five cities. Nine days. It will be...
the ULTIMATE ROAD TRIP
Abbie, Mikelle, Cajin and I will be driving from Provo to Abbie's home in Great Falls, Montana, to Mikelle's home in Deer Park, Washington, to a friend's wedding reception in Salem, Oregon, to a friend's wedding reception in Eugene, Oregon, to Jesse and Marcus's homes in Tillamook, Oregon.
Holy cow it is going to be intense. 45 hours of driving and 2600 miles. Awesome. But I can't go unless I get a job, and fast. Cross all your fingers and toes for me!
Love,
Lizzy ;)
Lizzy ;)
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