Christmas came a little early.

Everybody, give a round of applause to...

...Copytrans for saving my life, my money, and my iPod. Thank youuuuu!

If you're like me and have (or in this case, HAD) 2-3 years of spyware building up on your computer, needing to do a full system restore, and are left scratching your head as to how to get those 40 gigs of music back onto the computer quickly and as they were... fear no more. I did all the dirty work for you, put my credit card on the line, and was not scammed (however, my bank did call since the company, Copytrans, is set in Switzerland and bad things were assumed).

It's a mere $19.90. And you get to see if your bank's fraud detection really works, too.


http://www.copytrans.net/

Not a fraud, I swear.

Oh my god.

"Meaningful Story" + 80 degree weather + being outside + no class 'til 4pm = feels so fuckin' good.

This has nothing to do with anything you're interested in.

Unless you're a complete stalker, like some who read this blog. Correction, like one or two who read this blog. (Your obsession will get you nowhere, I hope you know that.)

Anyway, last night was fairly interesting. The girls gathered up in my room and we drank a little or enough to be in a good mood. Then we went outside to smoke some cigarettes, go on a walk, come back to get food, and end up smoking cigarettes again. His roommate comes up to me; the same roommate that walked in on us, if you know what I mean. He starts spitting so much game at me, "You know where my room is ;)".

Karen and I wait 'til he goes inside and we write on his board, "No I will not sleep with you, Enrique" and I sign with a heart and my name to remind the next boy who walks through that door what he lost.

It all seemed very quick and without detail but it was really fun. I guess you have to live in the moment and realize that happiness is not just restricted to being in a relationship. Just this past week, when I found out that I was lead on, I wasn't upset about losing him, per se, but mostly about losing that feeling of ultimate bliss I felt, tip-toeing to his room at 12am, to have him hold my hand in front of his friends, to have him kiss me randomly, or to see him smile and know that I was the cause of it.

Last night, I was the same form of happy I was a week ago when this kid and I were seeing each other. Granted, we were never boyfriend/girlfriend (as much as I wanted to). But he was genuine when we had our thing going and I sincerely forgive him for getting back with his ex-girlfriend because I know it wasn't his initial idea to get back with her. I guess it just happened, but who am I to make excuses for someone who mildly broke my heart.

I sit here, in the cafeteria, in a very secluded but scenic spot (wondering why I never came here before) and I am reflecting on why this week of exhuberant hooking up means so much to me. He is up to par as the other dude that I been with here thus far but why is he so special or why does he outshine the rest?

For one, when we did in fact meet, I felt as if I found the right one, no joke. If I were to put into words on a piece of paper, the criteria of a guy that I look for, he would match up 97%. So when we were 'together' I was just so happy, I didn't have the end in mind. One of my philosophy courses stresses, 'Begin with with end in mind'. I didn't do just that. Maybe that's why I was so crushed when I found out.

Needless to say, ever since I came back from this weekend, knowing what I know, knowing that there will be no 'asshunting' as he would put it, I thought that he'd just disappear off the face of the planet and I would just be Debbie Downer all week long. Quite the contrary, I have been in the best mood ever since and he's been showing up in the unlikliest of places at the strangest of times. I go into the cafeteria, he follows. I leave, he enters. We just keep being at the same place at the same time, what does that mean? It's almost as if he's chasing me. And he hasn't been looking his greatest either. I haven't seen a smile since last week when he was with me. Honestly, if I were with someone I really liked and enjoyed being with and then abruptly decided to get back with my ex-boyfriend, I'd feel like shit, too. Considering all the shit talking he did about her to me, making me think that every smidge of his existance was over her. I wonder how he felt when he walked in at 2am, seeing what I wrote on his white board.

I rarely do personal posts on this blog because I really don't want my personal life on the internet (not like you actually know me anyway but still). However, I feel that this situation is so unique and, I don't know, full of ulterior meaning, that I decided to share it with my audience. Multiple views are better than one. So I ask you, fellow readers, would you analyze this situation for me? Email me any thoughts you may have, my email address is right at the top of this page, on the right side.

What does this all mean? Yeah, obviously he's back with his girl, I know that. But why does he still show up ironically on cue everytime I'm anywhere? Why does he look so sad all the time, talking to girls that we're friends with with a problematic look on his face that says 'maybe you could help me?' If you were in his shoes and left a good girl for your evil, clingy, creepy exgirlfriend, would you feel any guilt?

Just wondering what everyone else thinks...

Awesome?

One of my friends, Will, listens to Dan Deacon. He played his cd one day when we all were in his dorm room on the huge amps and high tech equipment he has for cd playing. Dan Deacon will justify any accusation you may have that America cannot create decent electro (or is it electronica? techno? fuck, I don't know? It's awesome).

http://www.myspace.com/dandeacon/

Say hi to Poland's Lily Allen.

http://www.myspace.com/izalach

Pardon my absence.

I was too busy getting down.