Maybe I’m just a little bitter. Or maybe, my instincts are accurate. Personally, I hope I’m just bitter.

Last night I put on my very favorite red dress that I always feel so good in because it’s just one of those dresses that looks good, no matter what. I wore it last night because I hoped that I would see new boy out, especially since I hadn’t seen him or really spoken more than a few texts here and there with him. I did my hair all nice, put on nice makeup, and went out for another night which can only be described as a flop of an evening.

Not only did I never see or hear from new boy last night, which I find frustrating in itself, I was subjected to the bitter tears and angry words from three different friends who all, of course, were not having a good time. I don’t remember when I was put in charge of them having a good time, would have been nice to know ahead of time.

Well, on top of that, I actually spent the entire evening talking to the wrong boy. Instead of new boy, who I am actually interested in and enjoy the company of, I got to hang out with the sob of a bitch that enjoys stringing me along for months at a time.

Two years this ass hole has been around, then not around, around, then not around. And I did eventually become fed up with it and move on. He of course, has not done the same. No, instead he sees me at the bar and makes an immediate b-line for me. He knows I’m seeing someone new (or not seeing, as it turns out) and still manages to throw all his game at me.

Arm around me, flirty touching, etc. etc. Even tried to buy me shots and walk me home. I wasn’t having it. I also wasn’t drunk. Cold medicine plus booze has proved a bad move, and I wans’t about to make that mistake. But I had about a beer and a half, and everyone else had most definitely had more. Always puts a fun spin on things.

Well eventually old jack ass boy got the hint and went home, not before trying to take me with him, but I had other things to deal with, such as the two crying girls that I had to take home. One crying because this guy that she kinda likes we basically ignoring her, and the other, well, she was just crying. Never figured that one out.

But we get home, and I find my roommate in the room, upset for the third night in a row. I’m sick of hearing her whining at night while she is drunk, especially when I get to hear it all over again the next morning because she didn’t remember that she had told me the night before.

I’m very much looking forward to my single room next year.

I still haven’t heard from New Boy, despite having sent him a text asking him how his night went. He was on a pub crawl with other friends, maybe he’s just really hung over, and I’m just bitter.

Or maybe the way I feel is actually right on the dot? Either way, there are two weeks left of my sophomore year, and while all i have left is two projects, a final paper, and a pass/fail exam to take, it still seems like it will be two very long weeks.

College is going into a one person bathroom with two others girls you just met in line that you said hi to, and now you’re best friends.

This past weekend my assertion that you meet guys when you are not looking for them was once again proven correct.

Apparently it’s the night I don’t shower before I go out. Third time my mindset is “ah, I’m just gonna hang out with friends, not trying to pick up anyone, I wont bother showering” and the third time I meet a guy that is not only attractive and wants me.

Well, not just wants, me can’t stop wanting me. The problem? I’m still with new boy! I like him lots, and I mean, we never talked about being exclusive, but I feel like it would be in bad taste to start dating a guy on the side when I spent the night at new boy’s place on the occasional weekend.

But here’s what happened:

I was at NB’s frat for a party and a bunch of their mutual friends showed up. NB had to go work the bar in his frat so we all went uptown to the bar. We’re hanging out, dancing, etc.

I was dancing with one of NB’s best friends, nothing there, trust me. Just friendly.

Then this guy comes up and offers to dance with me. NB’s friend wanders off and I start dancing with this new guy. He is a Marine, obvious, huge muscles, short hair, great smile. Yeah, he was hot. hot. hot.

Well he gets my number, but I feel so guilty! I mean, we were talking in front of all NB’s friends! They didn’t seem to think anything of it though.

Well Marine, who is in my phone as North Carolina and will be hence forth called that, keeps texting me. A lot. He offered to talk me home, but I walked out with friends.

Then I met up and went home with NB for some cuddling and Bible study. Excellent cuddling, he’s such a good spooner. heh.

But then North Carolina kept texting me all the next day, added me on facebook, etc. And just a few minutes ago called me. I chose to ignore because I didn’t really want to make up some excuse.

I made a conscious decision to stick with New Boy. He’s smart, cute, funny. North Carolina might be damn hot, but he strikes me as the kind of guy that is gonna be a bit clingy and posessive.

But why the hell do all these boys pop up out of no where when I’m not even looking??

Is it true, the less you try, the more desirable you are? Should I just stop working hard a looking good before I go out?

All I know is, it’s hard to choose, but it makes me feel good about New Boy and me that my decision was so easy. Hopefully he would do the same for me.

College is providing a bed for your friend that pulled an all-nighter to sleep on while you and your friends get ready to go out drinking.

So you know how sometimes people create code names for certain activities that they want to talk about in front of people but don’t want the other people to know they are talking about what they are actually talking about?

Well if you followed that then you’ll hopefully find great humor in my new code for fooling around.

I use the term fooling around loosely because like the term “hooking up,” everyone has their own opinions about what it actually means. For some people it’s just making out, for others it’s full on bump-it, thump-it. Oh yea, I said it.

Well seeing as how neither I, nor New Boy, are all that religious, it almost seemed perfect that we would call fooling around “Bible Study.” For the record, there has been no bump-it, thump-it. I’m sick of people asking, NO.

But for all the other fun activites involved, the new term is “Bible Study.”

Now along with this new termonology came some pretty good extra things. And yes, most of these are quotes. Other are just me once again, just taking things a little too far.

Try not to be too offended. But I’m pretty sure you can figure out what they each imply, just keep in mind the general theme.
“I think I just found Jesus!”

“Was that the second coming of Christ?”

“I don’t find individual bible review quite as…enlightening.”

“There are still a few passages I don’t quite understand.” (that one is actually not as dirty as it sounds out of context)

and keeping with the theme, wouldn’t a Nun, who spends most of her time in bible study, be considered a nympho?

Fuck, I am SO going to hell. But at least it’ll be a run ride! haha

College is when you stay out till 4:30am playing Mario Kart Wii, making midnight Walmart runs, and watching creepy movies the night before an exam, then waking up an hour before your exam to study, running there….and acing it.

I fucking love college.

I did a ton of homework today so around 9 I just kinda…stopped. My coffee high wore off and I couldn’t buckle down at all.

So what do I do when I’m too tired to go out and party, but not tired enough to actually go to bed? And not motivated enough to get ahead on homework?

I organize. Oh yeah, we’re talking the entire closet, the drawers, the desk, under the bed….everything.

This would usually be cool, except for the fact that there are only 3 weeks left in school. So yeah, great, I’m organized, but it’s not like it even needs to last. On the bright side, since I don’t have that much time to make a mess…. It might last. Hah!

This past weekend, my dear university, Miami University of Ohio, was in the national championship for Hockey. It was a fantastic game that we should have won. One minute left and up by two goals, you’d of thought we had it.

But then BU tied it up, and then ended up scoring in overtime.

I have never seen a party die so fast as the one I was at right then. It was very sad, but the boys worked hard, played hard, and kicked a whole lot of ass.

The exciting thing? They are a young team, and BU is mostly an older team, which means we’re gonna be back next year, and we’re going to win. Quite exciting indeed.

I guess part of the reason it was so easy to get over the loss, for me at least, was because during the game, New Boy and I were playing beer pong…a whole lot of beer pong.

We owned the table all night long. Game after game, we won. And he didn’t even carry the game, I actually made quite a few each game, including a number of the winning cups.

Our reccord ended up being, by the end of the night, 10-0.

Yes, that’s right, we made it to the duble digits. It was glorious. But after 10 straight games of pong, I got bored and well, NB got drunk. So we had to stop.

The appropriate end to the night would have been lots of crazy fooling around, but sadly that did not occur. 10 games of beer pong did not work in my favor because we got to bed and he was out.

I couldn’t sleep so I went home. Turns out new boy was REALLY tired because he then slept till 3pm the next day.

But despite Miami’s Loss, and getting no action at the end of the evening, It will always be the night that I went 10-0 in pong, and that is brag-worthy enough for me!

I’ll be telling my kids about that someday…

I suppose it’s time for an update. I’m not longer romantically dating John, instead, as two adults, we decided that in our current situations, him graduating and me…not, it was best that we become friends rather than feel so obligated as boyfriend and girlfriend.

But I don’t want to talk about it. So moving on!

Tonight was a pretty good night, till my fucking roommate came back.

The girls and I goofed off for a bit. Sucked helium out of balloons, ate a ton of candy, did a little taekwondo lesson, etc. etc.

Then we went to our BT2Go, the late night food place on campus we like to hit up and on the way back, I saw new boy coming to my dorm to surprise me! Except it wasn’t really a surprise because he had mentioned that he hadn’t seen me yet that day and didn’t want to ruin our streak. I met him about two weeks ago and we’ve hung out, even for only the briefest moments, every day since we met.

For now, He’ll be refered to as “New Boy.” A little background on this kid?

He’s brilliant. Smartest person I’ve ever met. He is here at school on a full ride, and is the only person I’ve ever seen who can sit and watch jeopardy every day and know every answer. Oh jeopardy…. Funny side story about that.

The other day, I was hanging out at his place, and we’re chillin in his room on his bed. Cuddling, chatting, and then he looks at the clock. He JUMPS UP! Like he is late for something important! Then says to me, “Jeopardy is on!!!”

I just stared blankly.  Smart people priorities….figures.

But anyway, back to the night I just had.

So he came over and we decide to watch Clerks 2. This decision is primarily based on the fact that I make a lot of references to the movie, and New Boy doesn’t get most of them because it’s been so long since he’s seen the movie. So since I am forced to watch all the stupid videos that he quotes so that I’m not left in the dark, I can make him watch the one movie I constantly quote.

Well after the movie and good foods (loaded fries and chocolate cake), we start chatting, getting cozy, being friendly. Well, we start to get friendlier when all the sudden I hear the key in the door.

My roommate, who was actually at New Boy’s place watching a movie with his roommate, decided to come back, no warning at all, and just barge in.

She doesn’t even say Hello. Instead she looks at new boy and goes “[NB’s Roommate] wants to know if you want a ride” since he had driven and dropped her off. Well he lives on the opposite side of campus from me, so of course he opted for the ride, but it took him a few minutes to decide if he really wanted to give up being friendly for a car ride. Of course then my roommate helped him make the decision by adding “I’m going to bed.”

By which she meant, “Leave now.”

And of course New boy and I can’t keep the princess from her slumber. I’d say beauty sleep, but that’s a stretch. Okay maybe not, but I’m pissed.

So I walked New Boy out to the car, like a good hostess. I come back to my room and my roommate is already in bed. She didn’t even apologize for the VERY obvious cock block that she caused me.

Well I’m extremely revved up right now, a little pissed off, and VERY sexually frustrated, and bitch-face roommate doesn’t seem to care. So I am gonna type as loud as I can, text all night, and maybe tomorrow, if I’m still angry, I’ll take John’s advice and pee in her shampoo.

That’s right people. Never piss off a passive aggresive, we do weird to you and we get under your skin.

Actually, I’m only slightly passive aggressive. I just have really good self control. Bitch is lucky I’m not smothering her with a pillow right now.

All I know is, being polite goes a long way. I understand if you’re tried, but apologize for god’s sake.

Or else you’re gonna end up with funny smelling hair. hmph.

So the other day I was riding in a car with some people on our way to somewhere. One of those random rides uptown. Well we were rocking to music most the time, but for the 5 seconds that it was not blasting, I was talking to the guy next to me.

My friend apparently had been working really hard during the party before the ride uptown to get him to talk to me. During this attempt to make him hit on me, she may have given a few details about me that did not need to be shared.

And as he and I were discussing how crazy bad she wanted us to hang out, he let slip that she had told him that I wasn’t a virgin.

I was mortified.

Who the fuck does that?!!?

The entire care heard, and the guy who said it, was like…oh shit I’m so sorry.

The guy driving the car goes “aaaand we’re turning the music back up.”  But all the music did was distract everyone from my beat red face.

The guy felt really bad he had accidently announced it to the entire car, but it’s not so much that, as my friend insinuated that because I’m not a virgin, that somehow that’s important, like I automatically put out or something?

Wow. Talk about awkward. At least the guy was nice about it, and was enough of a gentleman to 1) never bring it up again, and 2) not to try hook up with me. He had done enough damage. heh