I'm going to write in this damn thing if it kills me. That is my New Years Resolution - write a crap blog about crap topics.
On the topic of resolutions, everything is looking good vis a vis the whole 'relationship curse' fandango. Seeing as the only boys in my life are 1. related to me, 2. spoken for, or 3. imaginary. Of course, the first few years of the curse they sprang up out of no where in the first few weeks of January and this past year it didn't begin until February-ish, so I must remain watchful.
I hypothesize that this past years cycle of the curse was so awful and tragic that the curse may be put to rest altogether. Especially since it has made me so cold and skeptical that I'm really not fit for any sort of emotional attachment anyways and boys can probably sense this. Not that I wouldn't give it all another shot, since it's got to work out eventually (right? RIGHT?!) but it really is depressing being in a relationship and knowing it will end in a few months. Que est le point? Besides having a fab, sad story of a cursed life. I could write a novel or something.
It's also weird that since I have a new group of pals, no one really knows the story of last spring and therefore do not know my inner suffering and pain and so on. Er, not really pain or suffering. I'm fully over the whole ordeal, but it does explain a lot about my view on relationships. That being said, I prefer people not to know. Because telling the story is so long and dull for me. And really why dwell on it? I have more important things going on in my brain. Like my grandpa's memorial service, which is tomorrow and requires me to wake up at the crack of dawn. Details forthcoming.
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