Life changes.

My life has changed significantly since this time last year. Last September, I was a Freshman at Texas Tech University, studying Theatre and English, trying to make it through each day the best that I could. I made a few friends in college, but for the most part, I didn't really make friends; I had theatre acquaintances, and that was about it. College never felt right to me. I did a really good job of secluding myself from my peers in college. Days on end, I would hide out at my grandmother's house where I stayed half of the time, rather than the dorm room that I paid to live in. I didn't sleep well; I would stay up forty hours at a time if I could do it, and a lot of the time, I really wouldn't socialize with people. It's not that I didn't want to see people, but I never really felt like I fit in there. I just couldn't get it all right with the people that I was around.

Unfortunately, staying by myself all the time was my downfall. After I decided to withdraw from Texas Tech, I went home for Christmas break, and in January, I came back to Lubbock, planning to live on my own. I thought that I was ready. Let me tell you something: I wasn't. I had a breakdown when I got back, and ended up in the hospital, forcing a chain of events that were very strange and very difficult to overcome. I ended up living with my Godmother north of Dallas from February through mid-April. While there, I got a dog, Malcolm, who stayed with my Godmother because he's happier there, and his brother is also there. By mid-April, I made the decision and for my own well-being at the time, I moved back to Maryland with my parents.

Maryland... back with the family. I got a new haircut and tried to reconnect with old friends. That... kind of didn't work. But through it all, just the first week I was back there, I met these two guys who ended up being really close to me through the next few months I was there. One was a friend, the other... well, he's my boyfriend now. Has been since mid-May. Also, (because for some reason I feel like she's always been there so I forgot to mention her, although she knows how important she is to me *COUGH*) Mandee came to live with me because of her home-reasons, having another important person in my life. She's become like a sister to me, and she was one of the few good things that came out of moving back to Maryland.

I didn't think I'd meet someone like Chris-- that's my boyfriend. He's a strange guy, but he's my guy. Never thought I'd get as close to someone as I did him. And I love him. So when he left to come to Texas to start a new life, I stayed in Maryland for a month and a half. And you know what I realized? It's like through everything, nothing felt right with him being gone. So, I packed up my car with all of my things and I headed down to Fort Worth to be with him. Now, we are looking at apartments, and he's got a really good job. I'm still looking for a job that will make me happy and pay the bills.

Right now, life is kind of odd. It's a little bit hard and often, it's been throwing me some curveballs, but I'm trying to get on my feet with it all. I'm looking so forward to this new life that I've been given the chance to live. I'm happier than ever. I have my man by my side, and we are doing really well. So what is there to worry about? I'm just taking it one day at a time, seeing how things go. I don't really know where I want to go in  my life right now, but I'm going to get there someday. I'm just glad that i made it to where I finally wanted to be. And I couldn't be happier.

Hello, Puppy

I happen to have a nine week old puppy. He is a Catahoula/Australian Shepherd/Blue Lacy mix. Basically, he's going to be pretty huge when he grows up. His name is Malcolm, or sometimes I just call him Mal. His full name is actually Malcolm Rory Sherlock Wash because I am pretty much just a massive nerd, but I don't think he minds much. It suits him. He is a curious guy and pretty much does everything I don't want him to do in the yard. It's kind of funny. However, he's also friggin' awesome. He is a cuddler, for sure. Right now, as I'm typing this I mean, he is on my lap, asleep. I don't know why I let him do it, since he's going to be much larger when he's older and is going to inevitably think that he can crawl in my lap when I'm on the computer when he's sixty pounds.

It's really interesting, though. I have never had a dog that was mine before. I payed for the little guy myself, and I am currently raising him. It's a totally different experience than I thought it would be, though. I am much better equipped to deal with small children and infants than a puppy. I actually used to be quite terrified of dogs, but I have gotten over that. I wasn't quite ready for the long nights, although he pretty much sleeps through the night now, or the accidents. I know that I wasn't ready to the amount of attention I'd have to give him, but he's worth it. He is protective of me, and I am home base for him. I'm mother. He will sit on my feet when I'm cooking in the kitchen. Malcolm helps me with a lot of things. He teaches me patience and control. He's like a part of me that I can't get rid of now. He also is this little guy that I am totally responsible for. I can't just decide that I don't want him one day. I mean, I could, but that would be absolutely horrible of me. I love him, and I think he's pretty fond of me, too. I do feed and play with him. I love on him. I bathe him. Actually, funny thing about Malcolm: he loves baths. I had to give his brother a bath, and he doesn't like them, and Malcolm was whining to get in the sink as well. It was funny. 

I am really glad that I got Malcolm and that his personality is really shining through. He's curious and smart as a whip, but that also means that he's super defiant and feisty, but I don't really mind. He's kind of like me like that. Hah. But really, he's the greatest. He has really grown on me. Training him is going to be ridiculous, though, since he likes to do his own thing. I'm working on the whole 'sit' thing right now. Oh, and the 'no biting' thing. That's a big one. Half of his biting is because he wants to play and/or thinks you or playing with him or it's because he's teething. A lot of it is the teething. But he has chew toys and a brother to attack all he wants, so I leave him with that. It's no matter. He's a good dog, and I love him. 

Oh, and he really likes my computer. Twice while writing this, he clicked my mouse and I had to fix my blog post. So, that. And now he has the hiccups. No big deal. It's just that a puppy having the hiccups is the most adorable thing ever.

I like well written shows.

I don't really like watching shows that are poorly written. I don't care if I am absolutely in awe of the lead actor or if it's written by one of my favorite writers; if a show is poorly written, I will not watch it. I watch a lot of British television. I mean, I watch a lot of American television, too, but for some reason, I am drawn to British television. I know that it's not just because of the accents. What I have found is that British shows tend to not 'dumb down' things for their audiences and can get more across in seven or eight episodes than an American show can in twenty-two episodes. I have watched shows like Heroes and have loved it... for the characters, but the writing went downhill after the writer's strike during the second season; I know this, and I didn't quite enjoy the show as much after the writing had gone downhill. I love shows like Being Human (the Syfy one in this case) because the writing is excellent and the character development is really well done, as is the acting; I also like the BBC version a lot, but it's so different and the character development is not the same.

I love shows like Sherlock and Doctor Who, Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Firefly, Psych and Merlin, How I Met Your Mother and Bones and Misfits. I have really gotten into Once Upon A Time because it is so well acted and the story line is incredible. The way that they take the fairy tale stories that I have grown up with and given them such excellent twists in beautiful; it is a truly great show in the writing category with the superb back stories and character development. Recently, I got into Supernatural after friends of mine telling me that I needed to, and they were so right. Not only is the acting incredible, but the stories are so excellent. I can understand why it has gone on for so long, and as of now, it only has two consistent actors, so the writing is really starting to form around them.

There is just something about a show that is so well written that makes me so giddy. I love television. Anyone who says that it rots your brain out is watching the wrong shows. Feel free to watch some of my shows. I recommend every show that I've listed above. And you know what? I'm not going to stop watching my shows because people claim that they aren't 'good' or that they 'rot my brain'. I like them, and as as long as the writing is up to standards and the acting is good, I'm going to keep watching. 

I have rediscovered my blogger.

I am alive.
Yes, I have found this blogger once again. It has been since August, I believe, since I was last on here. Honestly, it's because tumblr took over, and I forgot that it even existed, which is quite saddening. I gave up tumblr for Lent, which is going well so far, although I am feeling detached from my internet self a bit, I figured I would come back to blogger and blog more. I find that it is a great way to release my writing and my creativity; writing on here helps me get things off my chest and helps me deal with stress.
I will be writing on here very often, most likely, talking about everything from myself to my puppy, Malcolm, to my upcoming work and doctor's visits and possible social life. Mostly, it's just my life. So, you can follow along and be a bystander or participant in my life. Don't worry. I don't bite. I am just writing, anyhow.
-torrey x