A lesson learned.

After many an awkward and somewhat uncomfortable playdates, I'm simply going to conclude that mean people do not deserve much from you. State the obvious, but yes I have to. I've divulged this year, whether or not you think so. I've divulged in my books, studies, and into myself (quite frankly). Whether or not that fits square with your idea of crazed college nights of intoxication, matters less to me than a Starbucks frap ($3.85). Whether or not you enjoy my school has no relevance upon my life, relationships, or future. A single visit on a drunken night says little about culture or conflict, so please leave the cynicism up to me. I end this with an emphasis on how obnoxious and absurd it is to prance around the thought that I would enjoy myself much more at a sub 20,000 pop. mountain retreat.

Also, I'm fine alone if that means I get to avoid conversations on the daily drug or how uninspiring my nights are. I will enjoy graduation- I will enjoy every night, every weekend, every Friday I spent hours writing papers over themed parties, Floatopia, and whatever mess of a night SB throws my way.

I get by on my own, and I prefer it. Picky and have let one too many 'friends' throw ridicule my way with little lip.

(Hello, this post was written in summer and never published. I have been enlightened- Professor Rauchhaus told me, "In college you're gonna have people who say their your friends, but turn out to be sluts who want you to take a sip". True dat!)