Holidays 2k15 Update

It's been a while.  Nice long while. There is much to update on...much to say. But I'll jut say the more important things that have happened since I first started this wayward blog.

I've been in Job Corps for well over a year, now. I've completed both my first and advanced culinary trades and plan to attend Johnson and Wales sometime next year to continue my culinary arts education. My dream is to have a small catering business in the future. It'll be part of my dream company currently known as Project DV.

Early this year, I met someone. You can call him Mr. Stark. I introduced him a bit in my other blog, The Blaqueboxx Texts. All is very well between us, and we are, in fact, currently traveling on the highway from Rhode Island to his parents' home in Florida for the holidays. Holy crap, we have some ride ahead of us.

But, hey, at least our hotel for the night seems decent enough...

All and all, things have gotten better. I'm still not anywhere near financially stable and am still without a job, but...I'm also significantly happier.

The Boxx will go back to having random, severely opinionated topics and rants, as it should. This is my main blog again.

Until next time! Happy Holidays~!

Back in the Isle

Back in Rhode Island, at last. I spend this Thanksgiving with Mr. Stark, playing and watching video games and just enjoying each other's company...

My internship in New Hampshire ended two days ago, and boy, am I glad. It wasn't a good place for me...It really wasn't. Somehow. In any case, it is good to back (what). And having this time with Mr. Stark is something we both really need right now.

...Well, this is a small update. This blog will then go back to having rants and raves and very disturbing discussions as it is supposed to have. Or something like that...

Things have improved since I first stopped using that blog, to make a long story short. Things don't look as impossible and ruined...

In any case, hope you have a good Thanksgiving, ev'ryone!

From the Isle, to the Shire

As if things couldn't get weirder here in RI, I have been approached with a most interesting proposition that I cannot ignore.

From the MA Job Corps to the RI Job Corps...and now there is an internship-like position in the brand-spanking-new New Hampshire Job Corps with my name all over it. And my friend Chaco's name on another position too. 

We will be leaving on Tuesday with probably most of our belongings as brand new students and also as "staff" working in the cafeteria kitchen. We will be getting paid, thank goodness, and will only be there for six weeks. Even if we are approached with full-time positions as actual staff, we both already said we wouldn't do that. It interferes with our plans.

So awesome as this is, especially since the pay will be REALLY good...

My third Job Corps center? Really, now? Hear my enthusiasm and excitement just ooze from my voice. It's not that I worry so much about the work or staff...but the students! Every center; it's like I want to murder someone at least once a day. Do I need that drama and stress in my life? No. No, I don't.

But I have to start working now. No ifs, ands or buts.

...And so. Today is my last day spending time with Mr. Stark...and then, lots of packing and lots of bothering myself. To keep me busy, of course...

Here's to hoping it's all worth it in the end.

Surprise, surprise

Well, well. I'm not dead, yet. In case anyone actually does read this sore excuse for a blog, let it be known that all is...okay. Life at Job Corps could be worse...

The first good news is that I am currently back and visiting my hometown during this summer break that, for me, will last until the 6th of July or so. The reason is because I wish to return to EJC to spend free time with the current most precious person in my life...my partner. 

Mr. Stark is shy

Alas, yes! We met at Job Corps. Oooh. Stereotypes about people there aren't exactly false, but...I'm sure of my decision to be with him. Simply put, he's no boy...Hell, amongst all of the boys at EJC, I actually found a man and he's MINE. I've never regreted a moment with him and never will. For now, he will go by the name of Mr. Stark to all. Except my family, because he met them. 

Needless to say, he can look a lot like movie!Tony Stark...

Other than that, which was the second good news...

Well, it's rather early to know for sure, but I should have a job sometime after this break at a place called Greggs. I'll be a server. Waitress. The good thing is...it'd be great to have money again. The bad thing...is having to work again. Talking to people. I hate people. Not to mention it'll keep me from Mr. Stark! We're going to have a long-distance relationship, soon, as it is...

...Frightening to think about...

But I won't get into all of that. It's depressing...

...I've been inert for 3 1/2 days, now. Doing absolutely nothing. Wearing the same clothes since Friday night. Listening to music. Updating profiles. Eating frozen food. I don't want to do anything. I've been working for months and months and months; I deserve this break. At the same time, though, I must get off my arse tomorrow (though I said that yesterday, too). There is much I must do to prepare for returning to Job Corps and...for...that...

Well.

Help, I'm alive.

2015

So. Another one of those general updates entries that are more suited for my old blog that I have inactive, at the moment. Yeah, I've decided that I will bring it back once I...finish my goals.

Also, there's no particular "category" for this entry. It sort of comes under all of them...

2015. Much has happened in the past...oh, seven months. I don't honestly know where to begin. Everything from my grandfather dying to my cat dying last weekend...completing the first portion of my culinary trade...making a complicated friend...making a handful of genuine friends...Things that normally never or rarely happen in my life.


I am going to be leaving to Exeter, Rhode Island on Tuesday, or so the current date predicts. Weather might change everything, of course, since New England is seriously getting its ass whooped this winter. Glorious, dangerous winter. Nearly froze my extremities just a few minutes ago in this frigid cold...

...There is much I consider sharing. However, as I don't know just who reads this blog, I shall stay mum, for now. For now...

In the past month I've been incredibly selfish, at least in my eyes and opinion. I don't like it. I hate what money does to humans and no one can convince me that I'm simply giving myself a treat, trying to de-stress from all of the bullshit I deal with on a daily basis or whatever seemingly-logical excuse there is.

I hate money.

I hate liking money.


What else...

There is much I want to say. So much. I simply don't know how to word it all. I have to prepare myself for an entire year of more Job Corps drama, trauma, and all else that comes with living there. It's not that I don't appreciate what I can get for free. But it, in its own twistedly unique way, is still very painful. At least, it is painful for me. The things this Job Corps has done to my mind...

I can only hope I am strong enough to deal with this for 12 months. I can only hope I am mature enough to know when it is time to work and WORK, damn it all. I can only hope the friendships I've made here last for as many years as the years I have, as I do for all my friendships, and that I'll see them again soon. I can only hope that I don't ruin my chances to have my dream future. I can only hope...I have the mental strength to make my dream future come true.

...I hope my willpower is strong. Stronger that I thought it ever was.

...Ah, well...

...I also hope I manage to get all of the things I need to get over this weekend or being at Exeter is going to hurt. A lot more than it already will, that is...

I'm a pessimist, remember?

So, as I've done several times in the past, I have yet another regimen that is part of what I call the Hot Blood Regimens. The...past handful or so of these regimens have...failed stupendously. This new one, however, I truly have to commit myself to, For my own sake. And the sake of my dreams that...I want to make tangible.

Tuesday, or whatever day I arrive at Exeter, is the day I begin my Hot Blood Advanced Regimen, so named in honor of my aschievment to advanced trade.

...The only successful HBR I ever had was the Hot Blood Overdose in 2012...

...That was a good year...

Pessimism aside, this is the last weekend I can fool around. I'd better make it count.

Thus truly begins the year 2015.

...And I've been hating it since it started.