How long do you want to be loved?

is forever enough, is forever enough?

So I wish I weren't so self absorbed so I could actually write about something interesting, worth while and not entirely have to do with me.

But sadly, lately that is all I have been thinking about. This is why sometimes I don't see the point in writing and updating. I feel like everything I have to say is pointless and uninteresting. I feel like anything important is smothered by my trivial problems. Also, I never have the balls to write about anything personal on here. So sometimes I feel like the best I can do is post a silly rant or a lame sappy poem that's not even good.

Hmm well I guess I could update with some news.
First of all four of my nine references have gotten their stuff to MTW. So I guess its moving along. I turned in my full application a few weeks ago. So now it is just a matter of waiting, praying, and more waiting. My phone interview is going to be about 6 weeks and then if that goes well I should be having my in-person interview come march.

Ahh everything is building up and I can feel the stress. Maybe now isnt the best time to be dating. I'm so weird. I always want things at the most inconvient times. But then when I dont want them, the opportunities always seem to present themselves.

errm I bought this cute book that has a different bible verse on each page. haha its so cute and I love it. I'm going to carry it around in my purse with me everywhere I go.

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