I've gained 30 pounds since I've lost my shitty restaurant job. I wasn't skinny to begin with, either. I've always blamed Florida's heat for not going outside and getting exercise, but now the weather's decent so I have no excuse. For the past couple weeks, I've been skating to where ever I need to go, but it's not enough. I've cut down on a lot of the unhealthy shit I eat too, but it's still not enough. The new clothes that I bought earlier in the year don't fit me, and I only have myself to blame. I know it's lame to be bummed about clothes, but I rarely get new clothes. I have shirts with tags still on them. I'm not obese, but if I continue this comfortable, sedentary lifestyle I will be by the time I'm 25. I need to get off my lazy ass.
I'm pretty fucking ignorant. I have no college education, but I have a CNA certificate from going to a vocational school. That isn't shit. I wasted my time taking that shitty course because no one is looking to hire CNA's. It's the LPN's and RN's people want to hire. Anyway, I hate myself for wasting my time with that, because the only reason why I had a vague interest in the medical career field was the financial security and the CNA course was the fastest and the cheapest. I'm not the nurturing type, anyway. In fact, I can be rather cold and distant. I have a lot of days where I favor my cats over people. I would be a horrible nurse aide.
I do plan on going to school next year, because I hate being the idiot. It's not like I'm truly stupid, or I "don't get it", but I've made so many bad decisions with my life, my IQ and mental capacity is irrelevant. The thing is with school, I don't know if I want to go to college or go to a vocational school. I say this because my father is 73, and I don't know how much longer he has. He's a healthy man now, but something unexpected could happen. He's had a stroke, and that was unexpected. What else could be next? The more I see him slow down, the more I realize that I need to straighten up, fast. I want to do something to get on my own two feet before the inevitable death of my father. I've applied for for financial aid and various scholarships in the last week, so hopefully this rut will be history.
Oh, and I have girl issues; I'm a picky motherfucker. Although, females will be on the backburner since I'm a hot mess already. I'm easily distracted, and a girl would be the ultimate in distractions.
It was really nice getting this off of my chest.