here you go.

remember a couple posts back when i whined like a baby because i couldn't find a job? well, contrary to popular belief, apparently kicking and screaming and complaining all day long actually does get you what you want! I GOT A JOB. and not only did i get a job, but like a real person job. like a grown up would have. man am i lucky. oh which reminds me i was talking to this awesome old lady about how i got a job, and she was so excited, and i said "i am so lucky" and she put her hand up, looked me straight in the eyes, and said "blessed. you were blessed." so now every time i say lucky i feel like i should change it to blessed. man am i blessed. ANYWAY, a job! a real life, human job. and i love every second of it, i could not be happier.

in other news. i like candy, a lot. and well it is kind of beginning to get out of control. i'm a monster. walking around with glazed eyes looking for a fix, chanting "I WANT CANDY" all day long. and i'm starting to think that people might be getting annoyed/freaked out by my obsession. but i'm so into candy that i don't really care what other people think.

also, i dropped my phone on the pavement the other day and it didn't even shatter. i'm so lucky (blessed).

i moved out. and i now share a room. and i was kind of secretly thinking i would hate it so much. but turns out, i love it so much. minus the no sleep part, not smart.

lastly, i ran six miles consecutively the other day. i'm pretty sure i cried, not because it sucked but because i felt so awesome about what my body can do. and then i cried some more. is it just me or does it seem like the older you get the more you cry about weird things? like i'm pretty sure i cried when i saw a flock of birds flying in perfect unison the other day. weirdest.