Move Bridget Jones, Amber Rose is here now

Hi there. Thanks for taking part in what is sure to be an epic fail. It's going to be a ride. So obviously, I've been a bit inspired by a certain Bridget Jones and well it is the digital age. It has also helped that for my Academic Success Class, we have to keep a tablet of everything we do through out the day for a week. Here's how it went: *cue comical music from old silent movies* Friday September, 20, 2013 6:30am - Woke up 7:00am - Ate Breakfast 7:15am - Starbucks run: Pumpkin Spiced Latte! 8:00am - Music Theory 9:00am - Women's Chorus 10:00am - Library 11:00am - English 12:00pm - Go home. Eat lunch. Watch How I Met Your Mother 2:00pm - Picked up kids from school 3:30pm - Played with the kids 5:30pm - Took them to Chuck E Cheese 8:00pm - Leave Chuck E Cheese 8:30 - Put kids to bed (Not my kids, they're my cousins. I'm living with my aunt and uncle and babysitting is part of the deal.) 9:00pm - Watch Along Came Polly 12:30am - Go to Sleep Saturday September 21, 2013 9:30am - Wake up. (I do wish I could sleep later) Shower 10:30am - Eat breakfast. Read. 11:30am - Head to Mexican Restaurant for cousin's birthday 12:30pm - Go for Ice Cream 1:30pm - Attempt to start English essay, keep getting interrupted by birthday girl (And here's where it all went downhill) 3:30pm - Boyfriend called, Boyfriend broke up with me. Guess ex-boyfriend now. 3:45pm - Call my best friend who's in London 4:15pm - Call family, a whole new wave of tears arrive. 5:45pm - Ice Cream (Ben and Jerry's Phish Food!) and Oreo run 6:15pm - Bridget Jones's Diary Marathon and eating session (with wine!) Cry and Cry and Cry 10:30pm - Fall asleep crying Sunday September 22, 2013 3:19am - Wake up 3:20am - Cry 3:21am - Write a song (lyrics and basic melody) 3:30am - Text friends in London whilst crying 3:45am - Try to fall back asleep 3:48am - Cry 3:50am - Try to fall asleep again 4:10am - Cry and text 4:30am - Write another song 5:00am - Where'd the time go? It drowned in my tears. 6:00am - About to give up on sleep and carry on crying. 6:30am - Give up on sleeping and carry on crying. 7:00am - Actually get up 7:30am - Talk to my mother on the phone crying 8:00am - Cry in the shower 9:00am - Cry in my cereal. LOL JK. I waited for my aunt and cousins to leave before breaking down over my toast 10:15am - Starbucks run 10:30am - Babysit for new (to me) family 5:00pm - Get home 5:15pm - Start my English paper 7:45pm - After not a whole lot of progress, take a break to realize all tears are gone. Only dry sobs, painful chest and numbness. 9:15pm - Write in this 9:22pm - Stop writing in this and get back to the English paper 11:00pm - Fall Asleep On Monday, I blasted On My Own from Les Miserables and sang my heart out. I should have won a Tony for my performance. I kid you not, the emotions were real. Let's back up, shall we? I met The Boy (Let's call him this) in Spanish class, junior year of high school. Although, we had a class together before. The Boy noticed me, I did not notice him. I suddenly don't feel so bad about that anymore. Anyway, we became pretty good friends and then I didn't see him all that summer and only in the halls that next fall. Second semester of senior year is when I saw him again and I so desperately wanted The Boy to ask me out. But it wasn't happening. Even my dad knew. I was sitting out on the back porch when he came back from his run and told me, "Amber, this whole The Boy thing, isn't working. Either he's stupid or he's playing for the wrong team. So, you gotta move on." So I pretty much did. I got a prom dress and I planned to go by myself, because I had no group of friends that wanted me to go with them. The Tuesday before Prom, he got on the news (The Boy was the school weatherman) and asked me to Prom. It was like something out of a John Hughes movie. We started spending every second of our time together. We made it Facebook official after about two weeks. It was great. I learned from him and he learned from me. He changed me, but for the better. And I, him. I started living life again. And he started to see the good in life again. We were what each other needed. On the Fourth of July, The Boy told me, "This isn't just going to be a summer thing." I found it quite ironic when the day after he broke up with me was the first day of Fall. I moved away to College. Four hours away. Unable to get away, but for one weekend out of 5. After only three weeks of not seeing each other, he gave up. The Boy gave up. The Boy left me heartbroken. The Boy wasn't the one I guess. I'm not going to be okay for a while, especially since this might be the roughest week of my life. Not only did The Boy break up with me, but my keys disappeared (car and house, thank goodness I have a spare car key), and some bird shat on my car. I'm going to view that one as good luck though. And it's only Tuesday. What I hate most about break ups (I guess, this is my first one), is that "one minute, you're closer to someone than anyone in the whole world, the next minute, you're never going to see them again."(Bridget Jones's Diary: Edge of Reason) Playlist: Wrecking Ball - Miley Cyrus Hurt - Johnny Cash Youth - Daughter On My Own - Les Miserables; Eponine The Middle - Jimmy Eat World