Feeling Shitty Like an Overfilled Toilet

I guess that subject line is a little much.

I'm miserable right now. Today sucked, sucked, and sucked. I'm sick of being depressed and unable to sleep. Oh, and when I do sleep, all I get are nightmares, tossing, turning, and hitting Aaron in the face on accident. I mean really, can I ever truly be completely happy again?

I hate working two jobs for nothing.

Yes, this is an entry entirely consisted of complaining.

The end.

....Things Have A Way of Slapping You in the Face

Alright, so Eric and I are no longer a couple. Four days ago, he told me that he just needs time by himself, to grow and ... just live. He unexpectedly feels like he can't love me the same way anymore. Now, this needs explanation, I realize. Especially since I talked so highly of us. But that won't stop me from adding more journal entries. In fact, this will help me. So, I need to keep my chin up and keep living.

I'll add more later.

A Love Blog? And . . . It's My Party, I'll Flirt if I Want to

Usually, I would begin a journal like this telling the tale of how I met Eric over and over. Instead, I'd like to start off by stating what this journal is really all about. Obviously my first entry stated that this is mainly about how I met Eric, and how we've grown into our wonderful relationship. I don't want you all to think I'm conceited when it comes to us, but we have had a grand time walking through life's journeys together. Aside from that, I'll be writing a little more than just a story.

This journal is intended to be more than just an autobiographical account of love. Here lies a way for me to help you young love birds out there who need advice, a laugh, a place to rant, or whatnot. I'll be answering questions using personal experience along with a little bit of common sense and maybe some references (which I'll cite, of course.) I'm devoted to this project of mine because it will be a good way to learn more about who I am, more about the relationship I'm in, more about love in general, and it will help my writing in general.

So, welcome once again to my lovey-dovey journal. I'll be posting the first official entry below this babbling. If you have anything to say or ask for this journal, email me at luv_lady_luck@yahoo.com and I will be sure to answer in the next entry. Entries will be weekly, if not, then more. Oh! Please include in your email the subject: "Love Blog." (It's easier to avoid spam this way. Yay!) One more thing, if you don't want your real name on here just include an alias or nickname. You can ask about sexual things too, but try and keep descriptions clean. I don't needswearing on here left and right.

Entry One

It's My Party, I'll Flirt if I Want to

A long time ago, in an apartment far, far away lived a friend of mine named Nikki. Oh, maybe I shouldn't use people's real names aside from my beloved... Her name was Nikita. (ha!) She and I had been best friends throughout 7th, 8th, and 9th grade. 10th grade, we had a brilliant idea to hold a Halloween party in the apartment building's function room. It was a great idea because there was a pool table and ping-pong table in the hall outside of the room. The party would be awesome!

One-by-one, a few of our frends showed up. Two of Nikita's frends came in: (erm...more name alterations..) Mitt and (of course-) Eric. Now, my sill sophomore self thought, "Ooh, Mitt is cute. Eric is alright." The funny part was, Eric was still in eighth grade.

As the party progressed, Mitt became quite a flirt with the ladies. Especially me. What Nikita failed to tell me was that he liked leading people on big time. I wasn't stupid, but I was very naiive back in the days of high school.

A little while later, my friend Kate brought her Tarot Cards out to use on everyone. We all sat down, Eric and Mitt on a couch in the back of the room. They watched with idifferent eyes as Kate let Nikita go first. I don't quite remember what was said, but Nikita yelled at me to shut up in front of everyone becaus I said something about having a Great Uncle Sam. Someone had joked about a dead Uncle Sam to contact during the Tarot Card reading. I was PMS-ing terribly, so I left the room crying. It was really embarassing to have a bet friend yell at me in front of everyone.

I stood in the bathroom for a few minuts and cried. Nikita's Mom came out and asked if I was alright. I went into the hall right outside the room and wiped my eyes and said I was just over emotional.

Eric came out asking if I was ok and he said sorry for joking about a dead Uncle Sam. Obviously I told him it wasn't there comment that bothered me. Nikita's Mom went along her way and Eric and I startd to play pool together. I did think he was cute, and he was already the kindest guy I knew by seeing if I was alright when he didn't even know me.

For some reason, he started to say "Bob Dole," in a really long and overdone voice. It was our first inside joke. And we soon created a new one.. He said shit in German, which is (sp?) shaiza.

We played pool and ping-pong the rest of the night, joking and laughing.

But I can't forget this one detail. Damn Truth or Dare games... I had to kiss Mitt on the cheek. Eric kissed me on the hand. Go figure years later kissing me on the hand would still be the sweetest little gesture of love.

And so... That's how I met Eric.
I don't want this enty to be really long, so I'll save how we began to go out for next entry.
Until then...

*Cliffhanger* Would we ever see each other after the party again?

In the Beginning, There was...

A spark begins the ultimate adventure of a lifetime. Whether it ends as a happy or sad story does not matter; Every experience has its happy moments that one holds onto forever. This adventure is best know as love, a four-letter word describing a stir-fry of different emotions. From smiles to tears, love is everything and nothing all at once. It can disappoint or excite, fill with faith or destroy all hope for. Love is found everywhere, but has somehow been forgotten. Even simple things such as a flower or a birthday card can hold enormous amounts of love behind it.

As a woman who has just turned twenty years old, I want to share with the world my young love I have been blessed with. It may be overly-romantic at times or downright stupid, but it all adds up to something utterly wonderful. So, I welcome you to my very first serious blog in hopes that you, too, will see the miracle of love.