Well hello, world! It seems as though I had fallen off the face of the earth for a bit but now I back and in one piece. The change was relatively smooth and not nearly as bad as expected. Things are happening a lot faster than I thought, but somehow everything's ok? Report cards came yesterday and surprisingly enough-I scratched by which is kind of amazing considering how badly I was slacking off second semester. All that stressing out for nothing. For right now, I'm just waiting for my baby to come and until then I've just been hanging around-occasionally doing some work or reading.

Thinking a lot too. being alone is yielding a ton of introspection and wondering. Mostly about why I do the things I do and why I can't do one thing that I want to more than anything. Love is an irrational thing, let me tell you. If I weren't me, I'd slap myself. Have you ever wondered if maybe with something you tried the first time, then tried several other different ways if you were really right in the first place? I have. And as with all things concerning me-there is no easy answer. Just when I think I've gotten my solution figured out, people start doing things that makes things change and I have to start from the beginning all over again. Men are douches and then they come back all sweet and helpful and then I don't know which character is the one to believe. Must everything in life be shades of gray...? I wish I could see things in black and white. Sad fact of life that I've learned though: People break up for a reason. But even after that reason(s) disappears, it doesn't mean that everything is ok.