So...new xanga world is scary and I'm kind of lazy. Therefore it makes me not want to post.

I do miss blogging though...even when only um 2 people read my blog. It's therapeutic for me anyways.

So...I confessed my tattoo to my parents last night! Well at least I have confessed it if they've checked their email.   My mom actually wasn't even mad. She said she wasn't thrilled...but I had good reasons to do it and that she kind of liked it. She also said there are a lot worse things kids can do than get a tattoo. My mom's a wise one. But I explained in my email that it wasn't a rash decision, in fact I waited a really long time to do. And seriously, it's really small anyways. Barely a tattoo. Maybe a half-tat.

And if any of you are wondering what it is, it's a little Christian fish on my foot. And if you're wondering what my reasons were, heres a short synopsis.

After everything I've been through this semester, I kept listening to certain worship songs that talked about giving yourself to the Lord and trusting him to take you where you need to be. I put it on my foot because I am trying to walk in the Lord's way... without trying to control where that is. I wanted/needed a constant reminder of it, too.

If you want more info this website is cute too: http://www.eureka4you.com/fish/fishsymbol.htm

In other news...Glenn and I are still broken up. And I'm still grieving- which I know is normal...it's only been three months and we did date almost five years...but it still sucks. I try not to let it get me down too much of the time. At least I try not to play the blame game or the what if game or subject my friends to endless amounts of crying or depressing stories. I have made a few cynical comments about love recently that actually surprised me!

I might be becoming a bitter old woman?

Or maybe a nun.

Not.

In other news...I graduate on Sunday with my bachelor's degree! Whoohoo! Made it in four years and all by myself too. To toot my own horn slightly- I am graduating with honors and a double minor...and am proud to say that I supported myself and got myself through college with very little help from my parents. So I'm awesome. And now comes the scary part- finding "the job". More about that in future posts. Now I need to make sure I do something FUN for myself for graduating. Feel free to fund this.

Goodnight!