Lost in Space

Today my ex boyfriend told me he hopes I get really fat so no boys would like me.  Relationships are weird.

Last Year

I have some goals for year 29.  Some parameters that I should adhere to.  Mostly I'll just try to fight the good fight and keep looking forward.  I'm excited about things to come.

Guh.

Cars.  So expensive.  So inconvenient.

Getting lost.

I helped my roommate listen to her heartbeat for the first time ever today.  It was really cool to see her eyes light up like a little kid when she found the point of maximal impulse.  Despite all the stress, and the constant self doubt, I really love what I do.  Now if I can just get all the other stuff figured out I might just be all right.