Seriously? Seriously.

Facebook causes a lot of drama. While it is good for things like stalking, it is not so good for hiding things...or hiding from things. For instance. If I didn't want to know that my boyfriend's exgirlfriend is getting married and that may or may not be the reason he decided to settle on me, I shouldn't have looked at facebook. Or if I didn't want to notice that our relationship status is removed from his facebook page - which is irritating, because why make such a big deal about putting it on facebook in the first place - I shouldn't have looked at facebook. Or if I didn't want to be invited to 20 groups announcing the engagement and marriage of practically everybody I know...I should stay off facebook.

I tend to have a love-hate relationship with facebook. Normally, I actually really like it. But today my love-hate relationship with facebook is moreso on the hate side. It actually has been on the hate side for almost three weeks now. Ever since the incident. Yes, because of facebook the incident occurred. And because of the incident I hate facebook. I blame her completely. Maybe. I think its the fact that I blame him when I really shouldn't that makes this all so complicated and hard to get over. Sigh.

In other news, I just realized that I do not hate cats. I think I have a fear of cats either biting me or clawing me. They are very unpredictable. Which is probably why I enjoy dogs more. They tend to be much more mellow, except when they have rabies. Then they are out of control. Speaking of rabies - worst movie ever award goes to Old Yeller. That movie haunted me for years. YEARS! That and ET are the worst children's movies ever created. Sick people live in this world. Sick sick people.

I think I am emo. I have tried really hard to stop being emo since high school. I even cut my side-bangs into blunt, straight-across bangs. But I guess it didn't work. Ugh. Now I am just some emo blob with barbie bangs. Fantastic.

In other news, today I spilled a whole kettle full of soup on the floor and myself today at work. To make matters worse it was spoiled because I forgot to turn the kettle on this morning and it was milky and curdling. I don't know what I did to deserve that, but I guess I am becoming the proxy for other people's bad karma. Or perhaps I am just a clutz. My emo ways tend to lean more towards the former. Unless I am not emo, then I just shouldn't have given up ballet and gained a bit more grace.

Enough of this. I think I will now go play spider solitaire. If I fail this semester due to lack of studying for finals and incompletion of work, at least I'll be pacified to know that I spent the last weekend of winter semester successfully beating my own high score in a friggin card game.