So I hate blogs but at this point I'm a contradiction to everything I stand for. I hate people but I'm a Hospitality major. I want to live alone but I now have 2 roommates. I hate being single but I'm pretty much alone. Everything seems to be unravelling at the seams. But everyday I have a bright and shiny attitude that even sickens me.

So about 2 months ago my perfect existence seemed to vanish right in front of me. In an instant I was homeless (don't worry I'm staying with friends in an amazing high rise), boyfriendless (don't worry I'm already on Match.com) and reading self-help books (don't worry I have a library card and a borders gift card). So why is it so hard to come back from a break up?

I really don't understand how a girl that is 22 years old, totally smart, funny and just out going can be in this much pain right now? I mean I hate feeling sorry for myself and I really hate when other people feel sorry for me but fuck when do I get a break.

I think that's why I hate blogs...self pity makes me sick.

so enough about this lets get down to why I had one of those FML moments today. Well if you aren't familiar with FML it stands for Fuck My Life which has recently become a daily ritual for me to say. I hate people that have it on their facebook...So and So...FML! I mean really everyone has a shitty day but do you really have to put that as your status...really?!

So my day started like any other day with an epiphany of why I hate my ex. It was like a slap of reality we had NOTHING in common. He loves sports, I couldn't give a rat's ass about sports. I love alternative indie music. He loves metal. I read about 6 or 7 books in the year and half we were together. I don't know if he even read a 12 page story book I bought him. Regardless the list goes on and on but for some reason I stayed with him for a year and half...beats me.

So far not a bad day, makes you feel good to just realize your life was joke from time to time. So on the bus ride to school I get texts from my 2 "future" roommates about cosigners and leasing agreements and I haven't had coffee and I'm wearing my white shades trying to be as cool as I possibly can in my pink flannel plaid shirt. So finally we realize we need to calm down and get this done today and life goes on as usual me working at the coffee bar and attending class 10 minutes late and adding to a debate I know little about but I try. Again not so bad...so there's a guy I've been talking to from yeah...Match.com and we went on 2 dates and well they were exactly what I needed: eccentric, clever, and a bit strange. I was so enthused a guy actually wanted to talk to me I think I might have gotten clingy...God, I hate being clingy. We had these weird conversations today that i knew what they were going to attest to but I still was my nonchalant self and didn't give it any importance. So heres where my FML moment comes into play: Figure 1.0 dumps me! Yeah, we weren't even a couple and he dumps me. He says I don't want to lead you on and I don't want to persue your friendship. Seriously! REALLY! OMG!FML! LOL...I can't believe it! That is life. Well that's my life...