when i was little, i wanted a pet triceratops.

8 AM, hungover, writing a paper.

I make poor decisions.

last night, the pittsburgh penguins suffered their first on-the-road loss all season.

To the LA Kings, no less. I repeat: the reigning Stanley Cup champions lost (5-2) to the fucking Los Angeles Kings.

I am convinced this is my punishment from God for spending last night with a huge Kings fan. It’s as if He said, “Sure, you can hook up with a boy with terrible taste in hockey teams, but just for that - your beloved Pens are going to suffer a terrible, humiliating loss. Hope it was worth it, sucker!”

so i guess this is what they call "manplating."

• Tonight, I finally got to tell off the “friends-with-benefits” boy, who had been “inadvertently” avoiding me for weeks. I got the apology I wanted, and a free Americano. Score.
• A boy who kissed me, told me he had a girlfriend, and then ran away from me freshman year has once again resurfaced, sans girlfriend, and is using a mutual friend to “gauge [my] interest.”
• The boy that I’m sleeping with has a long-distance girlfriend, making me “the other girl.” He has finally come to terms with calling her his “girlfriend,” and I have finally come to terms with calling him “the boy I am sleeping with and will most likely continue to sleep with, despite my moral misgivings.”
• And finally, I’m going on a real live date tomorrow. Not a sorority-formal-date, or a date-with-your-boyfriend, but a real one. Dear god. Help.

My friends back home would be really pleased to note that all of these boys are older than me, unlike my past two relationships. Don’t judge.

last 5 songs i've downloaded:

• “empire state of mind,” jay-z ft. alicia keys.
• “who says,” john mayer.
• “sexy bitch,” david guetta ft. akon.
• “up up & away,” kid cudi.
• “speeding cars,” imogen heap.

"the class that drinks together, sticks together."

our house always get a bad rap for being the one house on the river that no one particularly likes - we don’t have huge house spirit, we don’t have a gorgeous courtyard, we don’t have amazing rooms…the list goes on.

but what i love the most about our house is the people, and last night just reinforced that idea even more. my class is really into getting to know each other. last year, we had a “sophomore mixer” and “sophomore golf,” which resulted in a lot of name tags, tequila shots, and the strangest collection of people in one room. but it was amazing.

last night, about eight of us ended up in a completely different house, dancing and singing together in one huge winthrop 2011 lovefest. it was easily one of my favorite nights of the year so far, especially because i would’ve never met these kids had i not lived in this house, in this year. and i just love the feeling that we got past the arbitrary harvard rules that dictate that randomly meeting people who don’t directly serve your interests (in terms of networking or extracurricular activities) is somehow bizarre.

because, for the record, i fucking hate that rule, and i don’t understand why it’s weird here to just go up and say hi to someone that’s sitting near you. i don’t understand why, when you happen to run into the same person in your classes and in your dining hall all the time, you still have to act cool and pretend like you don’t know him or her, because somehow it’s not socially acceptable to just say hi and meet someone new.

but i digress. anyway. i love winthrop 2011. that is all.

there are few things i hate more than a good outfit gone to waste.

letting a good outfit go to waste because i have too much pride, is one of them.