This is what I never expected to write about.

About a year ago I made what I always thought of as an epic blog post. It still holds true. I have no idea what I'm doing in relationships. Or how to even get in one actually. I've thrived on the book, my relationship bible, He's Just Not that Into You. I feel empowered when I read it. Suddenly male behavior makes sense. The book basically tells women, although I think the book can be applied to any gender, to not waste their time on men that are clearly not interested. Why would you want someone who doesn't want you? That's illogical.

I've always tried to make it my mission to live up to this book. I've succeeded in some aspects. I can recognize the signs of someone who is interested and someone who isn't interested. I think. But there's one thing I have not grasped...

Facebook.

He's Just Not that Into You and Facebook came out in the same year. I somehow doubt Greg had the ability to predict the future and know just how easy it is for someone to project their feelings for the world to see to be able to address it in the book. I'm supposed to be classy and instead I'm posting cryptic messages that make men say, "I'm glad I disappeared. That girl is crazy." The only people who should see that side of me is Amy, Josh, and Tommy.

So for that, I'm sorry. This blog post is emotional vomit too, but at least it's honest. Which is all I ever really asked for from anyone else.

Hey, it's Britney, y'all!!!!

Grad school has eaten my life. I was drinking tons of Diet Coke a day, so I quit and switched to tea. I realized soon later that Monster Rehab was the love of my life. Lemonade + Tea + ENERGY!!!! I decided to overload classes in an accelerated semester, so Monster Rehab has become my new habit. Today I walked into 7/11 to keep up with my habit (and my ethics paper). I walked up to the register with my hair a mess, makeup all over my face, wearing a kids size tshirt that says "Elk Grove Park District Preschool" on it with 2 cans of greatness. The following conversation took place.

Cashier: Tired?
Me: No. I have a lot of papers to write.
Cashier: What kind of paper?
Me: Tonight it's counseling ethics.
Cashier: There was a person in here earlier needing to write an ethics paper. How long does it have to be?
Me: Well, my friend's is 33 pages so far and she's not done...
Cashier: So what other papers?
Me: Community psych, theory papers...
Cashier: So how long will all of this be?
Me: In total? Like 60 pages?
Cashier: Well let me know how it goes!

...Why would I do that?