Now, there's a resolution I can keep!

Guess what? Laura called just about an hour ago. Did I tell her off? I'm sad to say, no. I really couldn't fit it in between all the gushing about her wonderful, romantic, respectful, door-opening, Christmas-indoor-picnic-planning boyfriend. Oh, and all the stuff about how busy she was.

And guess what?!(she says in an overly bright, cheery voice) She's coming over Saturday afternoon... and bringing the wonderful, romantic, respectful, door-opening, Christmas-indoor-picnic-planning boyfriend!

*rolls eyes* *sigh*

What do you do when you're the only single one left?

If I heard a resounding "Get your own boyfriend", then forget about it. I don't want one, but being single doesn't just mean not having a boyfriend anymore. It means not having any friends, alone, 1, single.

My life just never gets any less weird. *shakes head*

Anyway, we should be going to see "Kate and Leopold" (boyfriend and Laura's mom in tow, too, possibly), so that's two hours I can ignore the awkwardness of being around a total stranger anyway.

It got weird when she was being all gushy about all the stuff he gave her for Christmas and all. I have now heard this stuff from Laura, April, and Becca. I casually mention this, and she gets all quiet and says, "I'm sorry". I don't know why she's sorry, cause I'm honestly not. I tell her this, but she must think I'm lying or being nice or whatever. I really wasn't, I was telling the truth. She always feels guilty about talking about stuff I don't have. I guess at least she stops to consider it, whereas the others don't, but I really don't care either way.

I mean, there's not a lot I can say to "He gave me a dozen roses" or "He gives me a rose every time he sees me", but my "Hmmm" in response does not mean I hate you, so get over it, you know?

I don't know. I never thought I'd be the single girl everyone pitied. And I shouldn't be pitied, so it's just a really weird thing. I mean, I'm 19, not 49, so don't have a friggin' heart attack yet!

Aunt Joyce was over today. She wants me to come to church with them this Sunday. The woman never gives up. I can't go one single visit without a matchmaking attempt.

Be honest, is there really something wrong with me?

Holy flaming cow! When the hell did I turn into Ally frickin' McBeal?

*sigh* I give up. This is ridiculous. It's all ridiculous. It's ridiculous that I don't have a single single friend left, that because of this I have no one to talk to, or to hang out with. It's not my fault and it's not really theirs. It's just life, and sometimes life is... not sucky necessarily, but definitely screwed up.

And enough so that I ramble on pathetically in an online journal.

See?

God, my legs are freezing! It is just too damn cold in this house! The insulation isn't worth the change in my wallet.

I'll be back tomorrow, I'm sure.

Mwa!

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Break me
Take me
Just let me feel your love again - Jewel

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