keys to the ivy league

it's 4am.
this blog has been privatized since dec. 31st.
i decided that there were things written that i didn't really want shared, and that i didn't want people to figure out that i was writing about them.
so i went back, edited a few blogs and passages. made it more acceptable.
people can read it now.
and i'll start sharing more things again.
i need this outlet, this release.
ever since the death of the myspace bulletin, i've been missing out on expulsion of my feelings.
this is my new medium, and someday, this blog will be my masterpiece.
sometimes you just have to let it all out.

i'm single, by the way. that boyfriend i talked about in the flower post? he found a high school girl he liked more than me. she looks twelve. and hereby continues the curb-stomping of the ego. so let me label it the P.S. saga. 10/10/08-2/8/10. a waste of almost a year and a half. problem solved. case closed.


but it hurt. for real.

let's just say, i was a sad drunk saturday night. it was the night before valentine's day. i think i legitimately had a right to be.

it was a sad weekend for many people. there were a lot of sad drunks just looking for some sort of release.

this weekend i realized that i exaggerate in multiples of 7. for example, i have been drinking, and i'll say something like, "i made out with 7 GUYS!!" or "I got rejected 14 times!" (both true life examples, both also lies) if i tell you something with a multiple of 7, don't believe it. wait maybe an hour, and i'll think on it, and the truth will come out. (ie: 3 and 5, in the above examples, though getting rejected by a nerdy looking boy with a zelda t-shirt may actually count as getting rejected by 9 extra guys, depending on what scaling you're using)

i also realized that the j-curve is truly the only thing i learned last semester and i write about it in every damn rant since.


it's 4 am. i have class at 10. i still have to shower. but i have so much to say.

i guess it can wait.