WORD.

We were all thinking it - he finally just said it.

This made my day :)

I won’t let this burden bring me down.

I debated whether or not I should discuss this via the interweb, but then I realized that the best honesty comes from those who know you the least. Trust for me is a very sacred thing. I, like a child, take promises very seriously and sometimes I get overwhelmed when people fail to meet the expectations they themselves build for me.

We will call him Scumbag J. Scumbag J and I went to high school together, and then we went to college together. We dated three years, which turned rocky and went from on again to off again to on again. It was one of those intoxicating relationships, where we knew we loved each other, but the fighting was overwhelming. For whatever reason, in those three years - I was utterly faithful. Yeah, crazy right? I didn't want to be with anyone else because at that time I had the notion that things would work themselves out, and Scumbag J thought so as well. Or at least, that's what he made me believe. Ladies and gentlemen, please excuse my rambling - as this just happened two days ago and I myself am attempting to digest it.

I would like to add that I am an extremely strong person. I have an extremely strong personality and I don't take lying very well. Actually, I have a zero tolerance for it. But for the first time in my dating history - I have absolutely NO idea what to do with myself. And excessive booze consumption could lead to many bad things (including beer tears), and I'm not down for that.

Anyhoodles, on Friday as I was minding my own business, someone whom I've come to know is the gossip queen and knows everyones business tells me so kindly that Scumbag J slept with two people I thought were my friends. I usually have something to say, you see, I was given the gift of gab and use it quite well. I was speechless, my dear friends. Speechless. And of course, naturally -- because I am this way - I confronted the said Friend(s). And the friends of the said friend(s). And everyone confirmed (many with hesitation) that what I had heard was indeed correct. And so, I decide to text Scumbag J out of anger. And he freaks out. Switches his story five times, and well - gets to the root of things. He was with other people, while I sat at home like an angel hoping things would work out between us.

I'm cried out. I think I lost 10 lbs this weekend because food makes my head spin. I'm actually lost, and I am JJ. I DO NOT GET LOST. But alas, here I am. And well, now everyone knows. I dated the scumbag of all scumbags. And momentarily sobbing will continue.

*bows*

The end is near.. or is it?

I'm young, I get it. But I swear I act like I'm thirty and I am completely okay with it. Today, while in class my professor told us we should make a list of things we've always wanted to do/people normally do before they hit the big 2-1. As if that were some type of ridiculous milestone. The problem is that I don't know. I simply do not know what I'm suppose to be relishing my days in before it nothing (that is normal) is illegal for me anymore. I don't bar hop (because I don't want a fake ID) and I don't really like clubs. But what a meaningless year this has been, I feel as if I'm getting older and have nothing to be all excited about accomplishing. Am I lame for this? I feel lame for this.

I blame my eversowonderful break up that has me all kinds of weird. I read and do homework. THAT'S IT. I am lame, oh my. Anyway, I decided I'd turn to the internet and somehow compile a list of 21 things to do before I turn 21. (Please don't judge). And I think I'm going to add to that list going on a blind date. HOW ABOUT THAT FOR STARTERS, EH?

Anyway, this is a short post. Do share ideas, suggestions, things you did.
:)

TMI Thursdays - Sex makes babies? WHAT!

Once again, thanks to LiLu I have decided to join the ranks in TMI Thursdays. Is it too late? Meh. But here we are.. and well, here we go.

None of us like the think that our parents have sex, at least I don't know a being that accepts that. I for one am a firm believer that my parents are still virgins, and that I just suddenly appeared on their doorstep. Call it juvenile, or what have you. Say that sex is a part of life, whatever. But just the mere thought of my parents getting it on is all kinds of wrong in my head. ALL KINDS OF WRONG.

And because I have some of the best luck known to man, I was proven WRONG on the implication that my parents don't have sex. And I was proven wrong at an age where projectile vomiting could accompany the knowledge (which it did). I would have cared to learn so in a different way, a gentler way, but god was not so kind.

The tender (or not so tender) age of sixteen is sacred to all females. We're beginning to date, some of us losing our virginity, experimenting with alcohol or whathave you. This particular night was no different. I remember being at a party, and I remember tasting vodka for the first time ever. And then it was my first extremely sloppy night. Immediately I phoned home to let my parents know that I was indeed sleeping over my best friends house. However, between the wee hours of midnight and 2 am (you know, young and sloppy) I decided that I preferred the comfort of my bed to that of the floor of some strangers house. After many phonecalls and pleading, I was dropped off at my house. Ladies and gents - what happened next, I hope no one ever experiences in their life.

I quietly open the door. Close it behind me. I hear squeaking. What is that noise? I'm drunk - whatever. I stumble slowly through the the foyer, looking for a light. Switch it on. ALAS, there they are. My parents.. in all of their nakedness.. getting down and dirty.. on the very couch I had spent endless nights staying up watching TV on.

And then I remember feeling woozy, and I threw up all that vodka on the floor. And refused to speak to my parents for an entire week.

Paw tectors saved my life

I love my dog. I really honestly do, even though I've only had her for a month. But she's cute and smart and I love her.

I, however, do not love (nor do I believe in) dressing up your pets. But of course, with my luck when I first got her - everyone wanted to buy her a cute shirt. She is a dog. SHE DOESN'T NEED SHIRTS! I don't believe in the bows, the shirts, the dresses, the sweaters and the sneaker. They're not cute. Your dog looks like a big asshole. Just.. I don't like them.

My dog, aside from being adorable, hates the cold. I'm talking about hate with a firey passion. Instead, she has begun to do her business INSIDE of the house because welll.. it's too dang cold and her paws don't like it. I was at my wits. I had no other way to turn. I had to conform and I was hating every minute of the realization.

ENTER: Paw Tectors.

These hideous things not only saved my sanity, but my carpeting as well. And although at first she looked absolutely nuts with these on, but she was also walking funny. She got the hang of it and did her business OUTSIDE! She even rolled in the snow.

*sigh*

Somecard Sundays (and I am now eternally grateful)

First, I want to thank the fab LiLu for fixing my comment area. It works now! Thanks chica! No, like really -- THANK YOU SO MUCH. I owe you big time. It's a pop-up, or opens in one page - but now you can comment and I won't get all angry and hulky about how blogspot is angering me! :)

Also, thanks to LiLu I now want to participate in Somecard Sundays. Mostly, because I love somecards and always send them to my friends. Shes going to post a card every Sunday that explains how she is feeling at that moment.

And so, I begin:

And this is quite true. A friend of mine and I were discussing what we were giving up for lent, if indeed we decided that this year we wanted to give up something for lent. And conversation goes:

Friend: I mean, I get the meaning behind it.. yet I find it SO pointless.
Me: Will-power, I'm assuming. I tried to give up cursing, but then Cassie had an accident in the house and there went that.
Friend: Whats it matter anyway? At the end of it all, if I do end up giving up chipotle - I'm going to run to chipotle and eat 3 burritos in one sitting and die. I'd rather just eat it all the time and save myself.


*nods*

What? I thought it was Saturday.

Apparently my senses are way off. I woke up this morning, stretching with a smile thinking it was Saturday. Rude awakening much? It's Sunday and I still haven't done the ton of homework I've been assigned. Procrastination at it's finest - look, I'm on this thing for heavens sake.

There aren't enough hours in the day, partially because I choose reading over learning.

I think I'm moving my blog back to wordpress because blogspot isn't cutting it for me. I don't like it. It makes me want to cry and no one can figure out the comment fiasco.

Waaaaaaaaah. One more attempt, lets see if it works!