Results Take 2

Negative. Again.
Which means I have something else going on with me medically I guess?

Really?

4 weeks late.
Going to the doctor for a bloodtest tomorrow.

My mom wants me to get an abortion.
Like. . . REALLY badly.
Doesn't think I can handle a baby/doesn't think it'd be a good idea/doesn't think I take good enough care of myself. I don't know if I'll keep it. . . but I'm atleast going to have it. . . .
Ugh. I don't even know if I'm pregnant yet. Shut up brain.

ROADTRIP!

Going up to app state this weekend.
A much needed vacation from it all.

Um. . . what???

I've been amazingly spazzy with my moods lately.
Today I was happy and way productive for most of the day, but when it came close to time to go home. . . I flipped my shit. I got irritable, and cranky.
I'm just frustrated with so much shit right now.
I have no idea what's going on.

I AM 3 weeks late though. . .
Really bad pms?
Here's hoping. . .

The results are in. . .

Negative, btw.

Hypochondriac

So I dont' think anyone reads this anymore.
Maybe that's a good thing.
My friend and I now have a running joke that I'm a sex hypochondriac.
I take all the necisary precautions, but always tend to allow myself to get freaked out about one thing or another. I'd been doing fairly well. . . .
but I have no idea where my period is
Tralalalla
for some reason I'm not allowing myself to freak out about it.
I did the math.
I'm atleast 3 days late.
I don't know why I don't care.
Probably because I didn't love him.

Resolution

So after my bad date, I decided NO MORE. I will not just sit around and twiddle my thumbs while perfectly wonderful individuals wonder around aimlessly. NO! I will hunt them down.
I bitch and moan about being lonely. And I do NOTHING about it (except for have weird dreams about being on "I Love New York" and hooking up with Zac Efron). I am going to find someone. THAT someone. The special someone that makes my heart skip a beat. No more excuses. I'm gonna do it.