mmm... wedding<3

so josh and i are going to his cousin's wedding.
idk what the fuck to wear,
and now, i'm super super stoked for ours.


hm.
life is good<3

i love that i can surrender, without worry...

So i finally heard from a friend of mine,
that i have been worried about for
a few months. I surrendered to the
situation because i knew i was
powerless over it. And my God
working in the way he does,
allowed her to be able to contact
people. So i'm sending her a letter
tomorrow.

The convention was okay. It
could've been better, but idk.
Certain circumstances prevented
that. I enjoyed the unconditional
love that I experienced during
the convention.

Idk i'm tired.
i'm in love<3

Decisions... Decisions...

And so, my first day back at work was amazing.
I did pretty well.


But I can't stand people with bad timing...

...END OF STORY.

kthnx<3

Zumiez; My Hotel California...

Okay, so I began working at Zumiez
(Arundel Mills)
in April of last year as a sales associate.
I was pretty damn good at my job,
and it took about 3 or 4 months for
me to be promoted to keyholder.
I was good at that too. And then I
was offered a promotion to
2nd Assistant Manager at Columbia.
I took it. And I didn't last very long.
They told me that their goal for me
was to make me the youngest
store manager on the east coast.
I guess I self-destructed. So I got into
an argument with the Manager
and I walked out.

Not a day goes by, that I don't regret that
decision. But for the last seven months,
I've been begging for my job back,
and finally I start back at Zumiez
today, as a sales associate.

The catch for me coming back was
that I have to work with the
manager that I quit by.
And I have to start from the
bottom up.

It's a humbling experience.
But I can't wait.
<3

My name is Andrea, And I'm an addict...

And so I will start at the beginning...

I was born into a loving, yet disfunctional home. Growing up, I was the only girl. I have two older brothers and one younger brother. My parents were, and are still married; dispite a short term separation. My father was cheating on my mom for a very long time, and about the time when I was 7 or 8, my mom decided to dump that information on me. I was young, I immediately developed a resentment towards my father for his actions, and I developed a resentment towards my mother for hitting me with that information at such a young age. We always moved around, so I never had any really close friends. And I developed more resentments for it.

In school, I was always super intelligent. I skipped 2nd grade, and was offered to skip many other grades. But my parents denied because they didn't want me hanging out with the older kids. (Which happened anyway) I never fit into a clique, I was always friends with everyone. And I always wondered who I really was. I never had one set style, so I guess I was a poser?

The first drug I ever used was alcohol, I was about 11, and I got alcohol poisoning. Hm... shocker? Then I went on to smoke weed, skip school, and get in trouble. Years went by, I was drinking alot and smoking weed before school, and smoking cigarettes in the bathroom at school. One time I think my two best friends tried to do an intervention on me, but I don't think it worked. Lol.

But I moved to Linthicum in April of 2005. I was arrested that summer for trespassing at Bengies drive-in. Then I started my tenth grade year and I was starting to hangout and skip school with these kids. We skipped school, went to a friend's house and got fucked up all day. I would drink and smoke myself into oblivion, everyday of my life. In January of 2006, I had a spiritual awakening. I said to myself, "Is this really what I'm going to be doing for the rest of my life?"

So I went into treatment, and met a guy. HA! So, needless to say, I didn't stay clean. I relapsed on alcohol.

I began using cocaine, and triple C's. I smoked crack for the first time too. I hated it because I was already on a mixture of drugs.

I used until July 24, 2006. Then I went into treatment again. Then to long-term. I was about it until I got out, on December 13, 2006. I relapsed on alcohol, again, shortly after.

So I began trying to control my using. I would only drink on the weekends and smoke weed occasionally. During the week, it was all business, but I was a fucking weekend warrior.

This system worked just fine, I thought. Until I was working at Zumiez, as a 2nd Asst. Manager, and I quit. I broke up with my long-term boyfriend. And I began smoking weed everyday. I stopped going to school, I moved out of my parents house. My life became unmanageable. Quick.

I was smoking weed everyday, it eventually was getting me less and less high. Then I was asked by a friend if I had ever smoked crack. I replied, "Yes, I hated it. But maybe that was a fluke." INSANITY!
So I smoked crack, it didn't even work that well for me, but I did it anyway.

My life was completely unmanageable. In the end, I was living in hell. Everyone hated me for the things I had done. And I wanted to die.

I went into treatment at Sheppard Pratt on January 3rd, 2009. And from there I went to Pathways. But I have been clean since that day.

This is a journey. And I am in it for the long haul. <3

Waiting on my sponsor...

So, my name is andrea munk.
I am a recovering addict.
I go to meetings and
do everything in my power
to keep my disease at bay.

For today, I'm not posting a long blog.
I'm waiting for my sponsor to get here
so I can do her hair and we can go over
my second step.

<3
I'm in love..
...it feels so good.