Hum. This is unfortunate. I should record this weekend's events for posterity, because if I don't write it down somewhere it basically vacates my mind...case in point, Admit Weekend last year...I really don't remember anything except clouds and caterpillars and awkward parties and escaping to San Fran with Mom and Doug on the last day, which made it weird to be in a nostalgic mood this weekend during AW '08 because I couldn't come up with anything in particular to be nostalgic about. Fitting into the capris I wore to the beach *bitter laugh.* But I really just want to pretend the whole thing never happened. Why did I even say yes? It makes me feel bad to let people down...and I was flattered...but now I like feel worse because I led him on and he's not a bad guy, necessarily, just 7 freaking years older than me. And we're like the only 2 that attend practices consistently so I will be seeing him every Mon and Thurs until the end of the year. And probably never hearing the end of it from freaking Eric the Massively Inappropriate and Mischievous...auugh. At least I have proven I can divorce myself from the "see what happens" mindset. Because that would have gotten really bad, really fast. ...It was way too like going on a date with Doug. Creeeepy. Creepy. ...Creepy! ...So I'm not mature like Jen and her 29-year-old, but I can definitely live with that. And we're coming up on 3 months since el break-up, which is almost as long a duration as the entire relationship, and STILL the thing I fixate on is that Paul went to Jared's rival high school. In my defense, that's a weird coincidental kind of thing. But seriously. Seriously. MOVE THE FUCK ON, SELF. Let's end on a happy note: Breaking into Old Chem via an air vent with "death" graffiti-d on the outside and getting freaked out like CRAZY by getting lost somewhere amongst the 5 floors of corridors and falling-in classrooms and asbestos warning signs (eep) and dropping my flashlight and tripping while running downstairs because we heard an alarm and a police siren in succession and wanted to get the f out, and then balancing on Kintu's handlebars all the way back to Roble, and then almost wiping out and braining myself 5 times on the bike ride halfway around the lake to the treehouse and then almost falling and braining myself 5 times on the way up the tree and then having a Disney singalong at the top of our lungs and looking at the stars and then swinging and then crashing into each other swinging and then watching the beautiful, haunting, A-FRICKING-MAZING Pan's Labyrinth...THIS is college. I want more...<3 | 
