So my housemates think that they are either pregnant or HIV positive, fairly seriously. They are having mucho bad scares right now. It sort of puts my whole damn-I-am-not-getting-any thing into perspective.

I have also decided that it is high time for me to stop looking on the interwebs for two things: windows into other people's lives because I'm not doing anything interesting with mine at the moment, and girlfriends. Right now, to use a Buffy analogy, I need to bake some more as me, sans another person. It's okay if that time is short. I am just going to try to use this as an experience to come more into my own. I've been in a relationship the majority of the time I've been at college (only for a month was I single and uninterested in anyone else), so maybe now would be a good time to firmly establish my friendships and have a little more introspection with myself, without anyone else. It might be interesting to note, though, that I feel I have changed less with this breakup than any others, but that might just be time talking. I guess maybe I feel like I haven't been as constrained into being the same person throughout the duration of the relationship? I dunno. I'm rambling. I want to go to spin class or smoke. I shouldn't have eaten those four Oreos with frosting, fer sure, but the kale and apple juice was a good choice when I got home tonight at ten.

I am looking forward to many experiences this year, but no matter how helpful I might feel, I hope procuring my housemate an abortion is not one of them.