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Sometimes I can't stop thinking about the other girl. I was studying at this coffee shop today and as with every local shop, the tables and chairs are always so close. A man and woman sat down next to me. I didn't look at their faces, but I heard every word in their conversation. I can see them holding hands. Him touching her fingers. Him and her at a long pause now and then, probably to passionately stare at each other. They didn't seem like they were going out yet, maybe just like a date, or a flirt. But it made me sick. I'm glad they left after twenty minutes. I got sad. I started imagining how Jon and this Norwegian chick hung out together in his house or at cafes or at the beach, also holding hands or starring intently at each other (while I had no idea and minded my own duties in Texas).

I've got my last final tomorrow. I studied at three different coffee shops today. One was next to a Barnes & Noble. I was browsing through books and gifts on my way out and I saw a product that said "Make Your Own Snowglobe!". For the first two seconds, I was ooo-ing and smiled, but then I remembered that Jon had recently hand-made a snowglobe for his old best female friend from high school. It made me remember of how I got jealous after he told me because he never makes handmade things for anyone or any friend unless it was for me. He's never made me a snowglobe. How the heck do you even make one? But I got jealous because I found out he made a snowglobe for her through facebook. He never told me. And when he did, he acted weird about it. As if, she was more special than me. I didn't say too much because I know her too and I know they go way back. But now I'm starting to think that Jon probably made crafts for this new Norwegian chick too. He probably made something for her before she left for her flight. He even wrote to me in his goodbye email "I didn't even have a chance to kiss her". Yeah, douchbag. Why the hell would I want to hear that? So, I'm sure he hugged her, or held her hand, or made something cute for her.

At the third coffee shop, I picked up the latest issue of Vogue Magazine because someone left it on the table. Jennifer Aniston was on the cover. It was like a sign or something. So I read the interview-article on her. I think people love her and you keep seeing her in the tabloids because women like me, want to guide themselves through her results. Being dumped, cheated on, but moving on boldly and successfully. I wonder if Brad was ever sorry, or even said sorry. Jon has no shame.

(it's kind of hilarious that erica's blog is all about stress in planning her wedding. But mine's all about stress in coping with my breakup. We both got insomnia. You're not the only one sleeping at 4am! I should title my blog site "I HATE JON" from "mis memoirs")