Cause I Ain't Dead...

Yep, the rumors of my untimely death-by-papercut have been greatly exagerated. This weekind, I Did Stuff - aren't you all proud of me? *crickets chirp*

What'd I do, you ask? Well, first off, I went to an Open House at Emerson College, which only reaffirmed my belief that I am absolutely in love with it, and will throw hysterical tantrums worthy of a three-year-old, if I don't get in. And another thing - Park Street is frickin' cold! I thought that my Mom and I were going to die of exposure before we reached the admissions building. And both of us had lived in Boston for the last nine years, so you'd think we'd be used to it by now.

After that, I was reday to crash. Did I get to do that? Nooooo. One of my friends decided to come over and show off her boyfriend (not so new, but I hadn't had the chance to meet him before last Saturday). Dude, were they all over each other! I wouldn't be surprised to find that they'd had sex on my bed or something, while I wasn't looking. Oy. They finally left at ten-thirty, and I collapsed.

I forget what I did Sunday. I don't think that's a good sign.