Stress mania this week! Too much of midterms, reading, assignments, and finding a place to live next year. The stress of all of this and more has manifested itself on my face as a large, painful zit.

With Don, things are going well but our status is still up in the air. I'm taking it lightly, in hopes that one day it will be a mutual understanding that we are together. For some reason that scares me because visions of what happened with Ryan flash through my head.

So much to do and so little time. Less school and more free-time...that only happens in dreams.

After what you feel like is a thorough and complete brushing, only to your dismay a few minutes later, you find remaining plaque. How can one get rid of all plaque without the use of an electric toothbrush (annoying sound, no vibrators in my mouth...thanks)? Is there is certain toothbrush that will aid with better results? Or is it all in the wrist? I'm sure after proper technique, one would have almost-perfectly clean teeth.

My dental hygienist once told me that people who are right-handed brush more thoroughly on the left side of their mouth, and vice versa. The technique would have to include use of both hands. But in what kind of motions--scrubbing, rubbing, circulating, turbulating, a combination of all and more?

Oh Don, how much he makes me laugh. I'm constantly smiling and laughing when he's around. It seems like things are back to normal between us, if even better. :) Tonight was perfect, short but sweet.

Now I must take a quick adventure to the grocery store for an emergency stock up of ice cream. Earlier tonight, shortly after Don left, I got out a dish and spoon only to open the freezer to find it was void of ice cream. Such a disappointment. Now I can't stop thinking of ice cream. It is hindering me from studying.

I'm crying so hard right now that my whole body aches and my hands are shaking. Why is it that I always have to fall for the men who don't treat me right and see how amazing I am? Why is it that I never feel good enough for any guy? Why do I have to be passionate and get so emotionally invested?

Now my whole body is shaking. My heart aches as is becomes more broken. From every man. From every soul that has used or hurt me.

An eternal hurt that will always be there. I can't take this anymore.

I just made the best turkey chili, basically by scratch too. I also ate it out of my favorite bowl, which made it that much better. My cooking skills really are advanced for a poor, inexperienced college student. I at least had to brag on my blog; if only you guys could smell and taste it.

And with Don? It has been amazing. I overreacted that one day (PMS). It would be nice to know what we are though. Here we go again...

My house plants are currently thriving *knock on wood*. College has cured me of my brown thumb (not like that) and has given me the green thumb to beautify our apartment with leafy, organic life.

I love a nice, cold high-quality beer. But then again, who doesn't?

Don really is an ass hole.

What a fucking tool.

I am so much better than that.

The end.