First blogs are usually either "I don't know how to use this thing" or just one huge paragraph rambling on and on about how bad someone's life is.  I'm not sure where mine will fit into that scale. Yes, I'm still learning, but I know how to end a paragraph. 

On to the meat. (This is the part where I bitch.)

My life isn't that bad. I mean, it's far from perfect, but it could be so much worse. Yes, I'm a college drop out times 2. Edinboro University, then CCAC. Though, with CCAC, I just kinda stopped going halfway through. I never offically withdrew from there. I've moved quite a few times in the past 2 years. Donora to Edinboro. Edinboro to Donora. Donora to Edinboro again. (Insert dropping out from Edinboro here) Edinboro to Donora again. Then in April I moved in with someone who I thought was a good friend. So that's Donora to Monongahela. And today marks Monongahela to Donora. 

I feel I should explain my 2 months in Monongahela. I met this girl named Tabby through our mutual friend Dan about 4 years ago. We talked the few times we hung out but that was it. Fast forward to late summer 2006. I was depressed due to my own stupidity that I have since gotten over and I somehow got her AIM screen name. I forget how. We begun to IM each other back and forth while I was (again) lonely and we just clicked. She became one of my best friends. When I needed someone to bitch too, there she was, ready and willing. And when her old roommate begun to be a bitch, she'd bitch about the bitch to me. The first time we talked about me moving in was April 2007. It was Easter and there was a really bad fight at home. Bad enough that I wanted to move out as soon as the semester was over. I never did, but it opened the door. Every time something bad happened at home the option was brought up. This past March, Joanna, Tabby's then roommate, told her that she was moving back home to better concentrate on school and save money. Immediately me and Tabby begun planning my move into Joanna's old room. I painted it "Midnight Purple", we put black and white checkerboard tile down. Things were awesome. 

Until Tabby disappeared and a superbitch took her place. Along with some of my stuff.

First thing that I noticed was $40 dollars I was holding on to for bills. I should of noticed something sooner, since Tabby was the one to point out it was missing. I felt bad so I gave her 20 bucks. And then a CD was gone. And a hoodie, some jewelery, a bottle of pain pills, and some more money and I can't imagine what she took that I didn't notice. 

I moved in with a fucking kleptomaniac! 

I also work with the kleptomaniac! FUCK.

I'm worried she's gonna take money under my clerk id at work. What's to stop her? Obviously she doesn't know boundray lines. 

I think I did a good amount of bitching. I shall depart now.