i so totally don't mean to sound like i'm boasting about anything right now, but i'm so ridiculously happy with my life right now. get ready for some serious gushing.

so if any of you have been keeping up with some of my posts, you may know i had a really difficult breakup back in February. my ex and i had been in love with each other since elementary school, and it had grown into something much bigger, and we went for it 2 years ago. but in the last 7 months of our relationship, he changed into someone so much worse, he practically turned into a monster. he stopped loving me, but he didn't want to break up with me, so he kept me around and it felt like he tortured me all the time. he would ignore me, constantly disrespect me, not even acknowledge my existence sometimes if i was in the same ROOM as him. he used to be such a nice guy, too, but he did have some serious family issues he had to deal with, and the stresses of school really did a number on him, so he changed. i honestly feel like our relationship had been dead for months before i broke up with him, so it was only gathering the courage to do it. it's not like i didn't want to, i wanted to for such a long time, but i wanted to see if anything got better. it didn't, and it ended.

anyway, around the same time, i was diagnosed with a few medical conditions, including PCOS, which stands for Polycistic Ovarian Syndrome. it means that i have cysts on my ovaries and my hormone balances are wayyy off. at the same time, i was missing so much school from my constant migraines (i would go blind from them and they were so painful). so between getting over my boyfriend, dealing with medical conditions, getting constant blood tests and other physical tests done, and dealing with school was so stressful. i was constantly depressed.

but one of my friends was always there for me, he was one of my really good friends. he would listen to anything i had to say and not judge me, and he always had something comforting to say to me. he would even listen to the part about my PCOS and he didn't freak out at all. he always told me that everything would be okay, and he would always check on me to see if i was feeling well and how i was. he was so sweet to me. i knew he had some feelings for me, and i always had a little thing for him, and it just grew.

well in late april we told each other we had feelings for each other, and our feelings just grew, and a couple of weeks later, i KISSED him. i'm usually not so forward with a guy, but there's something about him that made me feel so comfortable with him. and that was when we started going out.

since then, i've been so deliriously happy. he is the most thoughtful, caring guy i have ever dated. and what i've noticed is so different about him is that he's genuinely happy with himself. i had a thing for guys who had some issues haha. but he is so mature, has future goals for himself and has an idea of what he wants to do with his life. not only that, he is charming, funny, has a sick bod (haha!) and he treats me like i'm a princess. every morning, no matter where he is, and even if it's later in the day, he will text me a "good morning, sweetie, how are you?" text. and he always asks how my head is, if i'm feeling well. every day. HE wants to hold my hand when we're walking to places, and he is so chivalrous. he understands that sometimes i get really really moody with my PCOS, and he always tells me he loves me no matter what i say, and that he'll be there for me no matter what. even when i'm having the worst mood swings ever, he understands that it's not the "real me" saying ridiculous things, and he'll just hold me and tell me that he loves me. if i'm not feeling well because of my migraine, he'll pretty much cater to me, bring me whatever i need and just let me lie there, and he'll lie there with me and just hold me. i feel like he genuinely loves me for me, and understands how i work, and loves me even through my worst times.

with my new boyfriend, and the fact that accupuncture treatments have been helping my migraines TREMENDOUSLY, and the fact that it's summer, i feel like so much weight has been lifted off my shoulders. i'm just really happy with the way things are right now. and i apologize right now to those who trolled through that monster of a blog entry, but thank you for reading! =)

MaddyBoo718

On August 25th 2008...my worst nightmare begins. Cosmetology class. I am scared to death.

But more about why I'm terrified later. First, let me illustrate the amazing-ness of this beautiful opportunity that has been presented to me.

I'm going to be a junior in HS come this August, I'm 17 and I will be a makeup artist. I wanted to be a doctor until I was 14. My parents were so proud...until I came home one day and said something to the effect of "Forget doctors! I am going to be a makeup artist! "
They were so not happy. They felt they still had hope, I was young, 14, and it seemed like I was acting on impulse. So my parents fought me on it. They told me they wouldn't help me pay for college...they wanted me to get a business degree...it wasn't a stable job...blah blah blah. :] I've been pretty fired up about my aspiration since then. My parents have come around full circle and they totally support the idea and recently threatened to kick my boyfriends bottom should he dissuade me in any way from pursuing my makeup career. <3

So as a freshman in HS I was introduced into the theatre department. I was an actress, aw. But, when we were studying a stage makeup course, my director dragged my made-up face to the head directors and I was put into the varsity technical theatre class, as head makeup designer during my sophomore year.

Sophomore year was fun, I designed the makeup for Snow White- cirque du soleil style. Fantastic, avant garde, and weird. I competed last fall in a state wide theatre competition, and my 3 person makeup team is currently 2nd in the state of Texas' stage makeup design competition. My team was short one person, and none of us had competed before- so we lost to a 4 person team who was competing for the 3rd time. It's okay, we kicked a few hundred other schools' bottoms.

Junior year though, that's the one that I was looking forward to. My school district has a career center that offers a cosmetology class. This class is a half day class, you have to take it your entire Junior and Senior year, and you have to pass the exams at the end of your senior year to get your license. It's $750, the only class in the area that will allow you to start the class while in high school, and it gives you credits for school. It's a real class, hair and nails and all that jazz.

Unfortunately, they only allow 7 students from each of the 6 schools in the district.
& they draw names to choose these 7 students.
&& there was like 30 people who applied for this class at my school alone.
&&& Some crazy girl who sits next to me in my math class spent all year telling me how she was going to be in the class and how she was amazing and how she was going places blah blah blah.
She was annoying.

So I didn't feel too bad when I was chosen for the class and she wasn't. Not even when she didn't talk to me for the last three weeks of class.

So I'm enrolled! My only issue is...I so don't want to take this class. I hate touching people's hair. It terrifies me. If some hair stylist screwed up my hair, some hair stylist would be punched in the face. This class is like Hair, Nails, Waxing, and a tiny bit of makeup. All I want is the makeup, but I fully realize that hair and all the works is a growing demand in makeup artists.

So in August, I'm trompin off to do hair.
I'd like to say, I think hair is gross, other people's hair can be super gross and oily and dirty.
Also, I don't even have nails. I don't know anything about nails because I file mine all the way down because I have super weird long fingers and nails elongate my fingers even more.
I don't want to wax anyone's eyebrows. We aren't allowed to wax anything but eyebrows (thank god)


So I am going to blog this business.
Maybe I'll turn out to love hair.
But I'd like to end this post by sayingI am not a spoiled priss.
I am going to take this class.
I will appreciate it.
I will not complain about it anywhere but this blog.
I will learn as well as I can.
I will do my personal best.
I will touch peoples hair...and nails...and...eyebrows...

It's a fantastic opportunity, I have fantastic supportive parents, and boyfriend, and friends.

So...I'm blogging for personal moral support to get me through this. I'll be updating regularly, to inform everyone of my experiences, traumatizing and inspiring alike.

Why can't I just stick with something like this? :[

Ray of sunshine