well, yesterday was quite interesting.
it all started off with me running late to my gynocologist appointment.
then i find out it is a great probaballity that i have polycystic ovarian syndrome/cancer.
and that i could be infertile.
i almost started crying at the second piece of news.
i have always wanted to have a baby.
so they drew my blood...three tubes worth.
i felt like death afterwards and then had to walk home.
they're going to call me with the test results most likely next week.
splendid.
merry christmas.
i'm not freaking out, i really don't even know how to feel.
and whats worse my boyfriend burped when i told him.
he couldnt give two shits.
but joel, douche bag joel, cared...isn't that odd?
i dont know dude, i feel so disconnected right now.
well...i'm back home at least with the love, support, and care of my family and real friends.
most of the northridge girls i have met are super shady.
oh, and i have to take math again because i am a retard.
hopefully jordan can go with me to disneyland for my birthday.
bah humbug.
