I was worried that envy radiated out of my very pores as I spoke to an acquaintance (whom I already think is overrated, not because of any personal defect on her part, just because I'm sort of a bitch) this afternoon as we returned to the dorm. She tells me, in a passing way, about her job at a law firm in New York City, paying $14/hour, 40 hours/ ( Read more... )

I adore the ridiculous girlish-ness of my cast. Today, we were supposed to rehearse from 8:30-11 but the 8 of us ended up gossiping about various Vassar hook-ups and guys that we're interested in. I'm glad that I'm branching out, meeting a whole new crop of people and forming potentially lasting friendships, or so I hope. I'm already worried about ( Read more... )

It's demoralizing when you must wear sexy panties because you have no sensible clean underwear, and you know all too well there's no possible hope of anyone appreciating your slinky undergarments ( Read more... )

I want someone to nap with. companionship, meaningful conversations, sex...all fine and good, but right now I want to share my green fleece blanket with a boy. Lame ( Read more... )

More vignettes from last night, if you're interested ( Read more... )

Oh, and one more thing

I'm fucking amazing.

He came to the party by himself. The night didn't end as planned, with us in my room shyly discussing the D.H. Lawrence novel we're reading in class illuminated only by the glow of Christmas lights, but I guess it's a start? We talked about Mexico (he'd never been) and Venezuela (he told me stories about how he felt the awkward, gangling Gringo. I' ( Read more... )

I'm not going to lie. This summer I do want to fall in love a little bit. I want to meet a quietly beautiful boy, maybe through Celine at a random party she drags me to, or waiting in line for sandwiches at Schlotzky's, or browsing in the bookstore. I'll like his tan, the way his eyes stand out against bronzed skin. And every day I'll sit under the ( Read more... )

I should be writing my politics paper and instead I'm thinking that I like the way his pants are a little too short for his lanky frame and always bear traces of paint from his Studio Art classes. I want him to be my boyfriend and sketch portraits of me and ramble on about obscure painters and I'll just eat up every word ( Read more... )

Right now, I'm sitting at my computer wearing pink and blue glittery striped underwear and a black D.A.R.E. t-shirt with multi-colored print. "To Keep Kids Off Drugs". Bet you wish you were me ( Read more... )