[COLOR="DarkRed"][SIZE="1"]I got a job!

It's at the local flower shop, and I start on Monday.[/SIZE][/COLOR]:)

[SIZE="1"][COLOR="DarkRed"]I love how your life can be going so smoothly for a long period of time, and then BAM, it crumbles down on you within a matter of a few days.

Ohh, you thought I was serious! I don't love it. I hate it.

I thought everything was great between us. And then he's like "I know I can't do a long distance relationship babe. We should just end it now, because it'll just get harder the longer we're together."

Stupid college.

Stupid me.

Stupid life!

I don't want to sound like the typical pathetic ex-girlfriend, but I miss him so much. I get butterflies when he texts me to check in.

I tried to move on. I did. Chaz is great, and funny, and I have fun with him. But it just feels wrong! I mean, I'm comfortable with him, his arms around me, etc.

But it's doesn't give me that content, everything's well and nothing can hurt me feeling, that being with Matt gave me.

I hate my life.

But I would so love it if he'd come back into it.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][COLOR="DarkRed"]Yeah, forgot about this thing, just like I said I would. I've been a little stressed lately... Going through a "pregnancy scare", you could call it? I'm only a day late at the moment, but I just plain feel different. Maybe it's nothing? I'll find out soon, I suppose. My boyfriend is taking me into town and we're going to get two of those cheap tests from The Dollar Tree. I'm kinda nervous, because part of me is like, "Holy crap, you're pregnant. You know you are!" and the other part is saying, "Of course you're not, don't be silly!"

And so, I'm just left in a state of confusion.

Although, while we're in town, maybe I can get him to buy me Mongolian Grill. Sounds tasty, yeah?

You know... I've heard that pregnant women lose their liking for certain foods and crave foods they used to hate. Well, I've never particularly liked spaghetti. I mean, I can eat it and such, but I've never really liked it. Today, my mom made spaghetti for dinner, and I could barely eat it. The first bite I took, I just wanted to spit it back out. I found it a bit odd.

EDIT 7/27/08: My eggo is not preggo. Sorry, I just watched Juno with my boyfriend yesterday, but anyways. Got my dear AF this morning RIGHT AFTER taking pregnancy test number 2 and getting a negative. So, no worries... [/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][COLOR="DarkRed"]I'm assuming this spiffy blog business is new, as I've never noticed it before. I probably won't keep up with this thing, but I figured there was no harm in posting.

Anywho, if anyone does read this, thanks I guess? I'm actually kind of a boring person, especially online. I apologize.[/COLOR][/SIZE]