This is All

So man, life has been all kinds of crazy since the start of the semester, but because you aren't here, I shall tell you. This is all.
My semester started on 05 January 2010. Not like the school semester, but it's when I got back to my college town with the most amazing man (that is not family), Cory. I will tell you now that Cory and I have had an interesting relationship as you will see. When we got back, he was immediately introducing me to his friends; I guess this isn't a big deal to him, to me it is. We had dinner with Tiny and his girlfriend Ashley, then went back to mi casa and had some fun, minus Tiny and Ashley. Later, around 10, we went to Kevin's (a.k.a. McLovin') for Kevin's 21st. More fun to follow. A few days later is when a mistake was realized, I just wish it had been realized for a different reason. Long story short, I put myself into a predicament with a person I thought was a friend, and it ended up showing me and Cory that we weren't "in love" just yet. I think this was the beginning of our struggles and the end of "the honeymoon period".
We tried to make it work, but we couldn't. By this time, classes had started. Cory and I agreed that we would just be friends. This lasted all of a few hours. The thing is, I love Cory, I really do. A part of him loves me, just not a big enough part. Cory came back up later that night and we talked. I do this thing when I get upset with someone that I didn't notice until Cory pointed it out; I wouldn't let him touch me. He'd scoot closer and I'd scoot away. I guess it's how I protect myself. If he is to hold my hand or put an arm around me, just look at me, I fall. Those eyes, the touch, it all draws me in. Not in a way that I'm obsessed or addicted, but in a way that I just know. Cory and I made love that night, not sex like in the past, but actual love. Since then we have been working on this relationship of ours. We have no titles, just a form of commitment to each other.
My worry now, we both have jobs now. My job, for training at least, I'll we working 35.5 hours a week. 3:30 to 11 every day. Cory's training starts a few days after mine. What if we never see each other? We just started having what we have, after all this work. When I talked to him about this, he mentioned that he'd be working along the same hours. It comforts me, but I'm still a little worried. I know I shouldn't be. He tells me not to, that worrying ruins relationships. This is true. I guess we'll see what happens.
As for friends, I've made lots of new ones. Some from Cory: Kevin, David, Tiny, Morgan, Aundrea, Dale, and lots more. Cory knows everyone. Then of course I made friends when I moved into my new dorm at Concho: Rica, Brandon, Andy, Criss, Morgan, Clint, Jessica, Angel, and everyone else on the 8th floor. These people are so amazing. I've kept some of my friends from last semester. I still talk to all of them, some more than others. But they will all always have a place in my heart. A new friend would have to be Payton, the thing is, he lives in Georgia and I am in Texas. I try so hard to convince him to come here. I wonder if he ever will. Don't ask how we know each other. The only friend that I really stay in contact with from high school is Chase. He moved to Virgina to help himself, but it's not happening so well. When I get an apartment I'm gonna try to get him to move in with me. I know I'd help him and I don't think Cory would mind that, that he would understand. Chase is my saving grace sometimes. He always tells me what I need to hear, not just what I want to hear.
I'd be lost without all of these people. They all make me laugh till I cry. They listen, they talk, and they're amazing. There are no way anyone has as amazing friends as I do, it's just impossible. We all can just hang out and chill and be real. There is no fakeness in these people. I hope they see the same and me because I provide myself on being me. "Don't let those swill merchants re-write you." It came from Almost Famous. My all-time favorite movie. My friends, they haven't let the swill merchants re-write them.
Classes are...well, they are there. Government is my least favorite by far. The professor is lame and he thinks that everyone cares about what we're talking about. We have a test on Monday. On the first day, he told us that he'd never give us a test on Monday. I call B.S. Developmental Psych is one of my more favorite classes. One thing I'm happy about, this class will actually count now that I've switched majors. I used to be a a psych major but I switched to nursing this semester. I'll give my reasoning later. But the class is interesting and the professor is good. After that, Ethics. God do I despise this class. The teacher has an accent that is hard to understand, and the readings really make no sense at all. I know, I should actually read them, but it's a lot. Those are my MWF classes, and luckily, Ethics is only MW. On TR, I have Social Psych, which is interesting, I guess. I don't need if for my new major so my interest in it is less now. I'm not a fan of the professor, but the material is interesting enough. And then Art. I have this with Junior, who is my best friend here. It's a simple enough class and the teacher is cool.
Now for my change in major. I used to be a psych major and I didn't think I'd ever change my mind about it. But last semester I started thinking about it. I didn't know exactly what I wanted to do with it. All I knew was that while I was working towards my Masters and Doctorate, I would teach. But somewhere in there, I'm going to get married and have children, and when this happens, they will come before getting more degrees. Although I admire teachers and I don't believe they get the credit they deserve, I do not want to be a teacher for the rest of my life, like I know what would happen if this was how life played out. As for nursing, I could live with being a nurse for the rest of my life. I think it would be fun and amazing and interesting. And if I wanted, I could always go to med school later and become a doctor if I wanted to.
This is my life as of now; this is all.