random things...

well i have stopped blogging for a very long time. in fact, i can't remember the last time i actually wrote something as a journal entry...

here i am, 22, fresh out of college, in my 3rd month right back from my 2 month trip to france... i am engaged since august. i am working at a place doing something i don't absolutely love, but i do love helping people and the fact i feel like my job is of some consequence (i can't even begin to imagine working at an assembly line)... my job is not really hard i just wish there was someone who could really teach and tell me what is expected of me. there are no real set of instructions, which makes me feel kind of uncomfortable.

by far, my favorite person at my job is the janitor. she is amazing. she's really kind and sweet and always seems to care. she's really bright and sunny but not so much that it's fake happiness or the kind that makes you want to yell... it's the kind of subtle nicety that makes you appreciate life and being alive. she's certainly a breath of fresh air for me. i'm trying to figure this out-- my dad is the type of guy who's always happy. he likes to talk. these are two qualities i dearly enjoy in other people. (such as the happy disposition of the janitor or the talkativeness of one of my best girl pals)... but for some reason i do not appreciate these traits in my dad as much. in fact, most of the time i find them rather annoying. i wonder if it has something to do with living with him. you know, being woken up on a saturday morning at 8 am by someone wiggling your foot and going "what are you still doing in bed? it's such a BEAUTIFUL morning!c'mon, get up and let's celebrate we're ALIVE!" (starts singing some sort of chipper song) as well as appreciating someone who talks a lot (so that i don't have to be the one always looking for something to say) but not hearing the same story about a dozen times that day... 24 in two days... 365 times in about 2 years...

but i mean, still. i know my dad's awesome. i just have a hard time remembering that when he's saying something i highly disagree with, or when he wakes me up by singing at God-forsaken times on a saturday morning...