I don't have any readers

So there's this asshole who tries to talk to me all the time, but I mostly ignore him. His name is Nick, and he's my ex-boyfriend's friend...kind of. My ex calls him Packwood, because he's from this scummy town in the mountains called Packwood. Anyway, I never really liked him, so I never talked to him unless he was with my ex and it couldn't be avoided.
So, somehow, he got my phone number and always texts me, and he's my friend on facebook because I couldn't bring myself to deny his fifth friend request. This guy is so annoying, and always talks to me when it's incredibly obvious I'm not interested in talking to him. So he brings up my ex, trying to talk crap..which is fun, but I try to avoid it. I'm trying to find some music on a separate tab while he's harassing me on facebook chat and I'm replying minimally, and I don't answer him back for like twenty seconds and all of a sudden, he's flipping out on me calling me a floozy and a bitch and saying all these terrible things to me...when really all I want is for him to leave me alone. It's not my fault he can't take a hint! He spends all this time trying to get me to like him and then flips out. I just don't get it. Why's he gotta go there? Doesn't bother me, it gave me an excuse to delete him from my friends and block him as a user, so no complaints here.
Just made me want to text my ex and let him know his friend is crazy. But my ex is into this whole thing where when I talk to him, he acts like he's just WAY too cool to talk to me, and like I'm a crazy stalker ex girlfriend because I'm nice enough not to just throw his shit away when I find it in my closet. Like, really? You don't have to act like I'm negotiating a reunion because I found your sweatshirt. I'm definitely not desperate, and I'm definitely not interested in replaying that miserable year and a half of my life. Admittedly, there are times when I miss the comfort and security of a steadfast relationship, but there were hardly any times during which I felt we were steadfast. Either way, his friend is a freak, and I'm grateful I don't have do deal with him anymore.
I'm pretty fresh off a hefty cup of coffee, so I'm just spilling it out right now. I feel like writing. My wallet is so empty. I don't have a job. Well, see, I had a job at Ruby Tuesday, but I was fooled into thinking I'd make more money at Red Bike...so I moved over there, and they gave me like two hours a week and I never made any money. I got frustrated and tried to talk to my boss but he always shut me down. One day, I was so fed up, I went to my brother's house and pretty much downed a whole bottle of wine before I went to work. I told my boss off at work, pretty much quit, and I've been basically unemployed ever since. It's been nice, always having free time, but it hasn't been nice never having any money to spend on that free time. Either way, I'm glad to have an element of spontaneity in this life.
I want to move out of my parents' house, but the face that I don't have a job isn't really conducive to that goal. Maybe I'll meet a handsome young doctor who will rescue me. Dare to dream. I'm happy in school, learning to be a teacher and all, but at times I'm just ready for it to be over. And at other times, I just want to pack up and take off. I feel like that for the majority of the time, actually. I just want to get all my stuff and take off. The glass is half full, but the gas tank is always half empty. That's a little bit clever sounding. Maybe I'll take my chances as a singer/songwriter. Not like that isn't the dream of five million and one other girls and boys.
I'll tell you what, right now I'm down for some tasty food, some good people, and for some amazing, handsome, exciting man to come bursting into my life and make me smile till my cheeks hurt. Not neccessary, that last part...It'd just be nice for a while unitl I get too caught up in my own stuff to pay any attention to him, he'll realize he can do better, just like I always do. Maybe that's why I don't treat guys that well...in the back of my mind, I always feel like they haven't done enough to deserve me. Idk. I want to be pursued. I want to be the one the guy chases and begs until she finally agrees to go out with him. I don't chase boys, but really, they don't chase me either. At least none of the good ones. Ugh. I'm obviously too confused to have any kind of healthy relationship. I don't know what I want, and I probably won't until I see it. Dangerous living, I'd say. Shouldn't I have like a list? A list of attributes I won't compromise on? Christian, driven, attractive, smart, funny, into music, non-smoking, friendly, encouraging, SINGLE, athletic or at least works out, loves his family, has goals, likes spicy food, and never stops being interesting? That'll work. I'll use that as my list. :) Alright, later. Aaaaand, I'm sorry this blog isn't as lingustically awesome as the previous two...but hey, I don't have readers, so who cares? "Not I," said the fly.