Why do good things happen to bad people, and bad things always happen to good people. Is God confused on who to help, or are we wrong on how we classify Good and Bad?

I haven't updated recently, so I decided to let you in on a little food for thought.

Yeah, so what's happened? Good question.

Andre and I...I don't think we're going out anymore. For some reason I feel Alex will read this, and him or Ashly and rub it in my face. The thought makes me want to cry. Let me just say that when we kissed, I know I turned him on. I don't think he was used to that, and if he was, I knew he was scared because he can't get in too deep while he's on exchange or they'll send him home early to prevent any problems. So we decided that while the status was great, we shouldn't get into the relationship so deep.

I realized Jake was a mistake, especially because we had sex. I could have become pregnant (we didn't use a condom and I'm not on birth control), and we'd have both been screwed. If that happened with Andre, he'd have to go home anyway, and early, and I'd not be able to go to Argentina. Can you say suicide?

I'm going back to wearing my ribbon on my finger. Was I ready for a relationship? Part of it (a very miniscule part) may have been in spite of Jake and in spite of Alex. Don't get me wrong, I really like Andre, and I think he said "I love you" to me today. I wanted to hug him until he was immobilized. I've felt that a lot lately.

Again.

Algunos danza a recordar, algunos danza a olividar.