And it all comes crashing down...(hip hop beats implied).

So I thought my life was getting better, that things were looking up for once. And for a few weeks, they were. Then, I guess God decided to test me yet again. All in one weekend, I find out the guy who did want to be my boyfriend, now has no interest in doing so, AND my roommate is breaking the lease in December and will leave me sans roommate. Ugh. I broke down, as most would. Because it was just a bad weekend. It's amazing the difference a couple of days can make. Days like this make me remember how great God really is. Because no matter how bad things get, I always hear some quiet voice telling me that all will get better soon. It's amazing what faith can do for the human spirit. As disheartening as this past week has been, I am glad to say that it is about to be Fall Break and I'm going to have so much free time! Then again, minus a boyfriend, I don't really have anyone to spend it with. Soooo I'll probably just sit at home alone. But I guess that won't be too much different than any other weekend. This has been a bad blog. I'll probably end up deleting it. I'll write again when things begin to look up. :)

And iiiiiii will always love you. (whitney houston voice implied)

I'm just gonna start this by saying, I'm a pretty fast runner when I get going. And just recently I've realized...that the past few months I've been running endlessly. From what you say? The truth. Lesson numero uno: the truth always wins the race. It always catches up with you. You can move out of your house, start a new school, start dating a nice, new boy, clean up your room, even buy a really mean bunny rabbit that you thought would be sweet but wasn't at all ( okay, maybe that one just applies to me). Anyhooser. The truth always catches up with you, and sadly enough, after a few months of running from it, it doesn't get any prettier when it rears its ugly (and I mean ugly!) head again. The past couple of nights, I just can't seem to get him out of my head. With a year (and some change) of memories though, I guess that's understandable. Maybe this is part of the moving on process that I could have sworn I was done with...about a month or so ago. I pray a lot. And I mean a lot. I really just don't know what I'm so sad about. Yay for a depressing blog! No? You don't like depressing? Ha. Go figure. Promise the next one will be better. (Or at least I hope so.) I'd just like to leave you with one of my favorite spanish quotes....

"No hay quien pueda contar las piedras en un rio, ni la arena del mar, ni lo que yo he perdido."
Translation: "There is no one who could count the stones in a river, the sand in the sea, nor what I have lost."