I knew I would be bad at this!

Jeez! One year and change for a new post. I'm pretty sure that makes me a bad blogger. It must be something about the Springtime that sets me in this mood to write and chronicle my life - like anyone cares!
This year has been a doozy to say the least. The best friend with the awful boyfriend, yep she dumped him. Only took seven months, but she finally came to her senses. Luckily, she's with the love of her life now, and we like him.
My group, well.... they've evolved from hyper-sexual crazy hook up people to hyper-sexual relationship people. And even though I said intergroup romance would be a lie, apparently I was wrong. Romance has wiggled its way into my group. It's cute.

As for me... my crazy, random, all over the place thoughts continue flow through my mind, and yes, 3 months away from graduation I'm still having an identity crisis. But such is life for any twenty-one year old. At least thats what I like to tell myself.

Here I sit, in my full size bed and reflect on the past year. And man, it's the kind of reflection you'd like to punch. I've discovered I have a mutation that makes me attact ONLY boys with girlfriends. And unfortunately, my deluded self convinces my mind that its okay, or that they're going to break up, or in the majority of cases when I FIND out about their Miss (and not by them), that it's some misunderstanding, yet never have the guts to ask. And thus, I find myself here. Boyfriendless. Not that having a boyfriend matters. Because, it doesn't. I say boyfriendless because the first doucher to pull this number on me, I actually dated for FOUR MONTHS.... LONG DISTANCE. Cool.

But enough about that. Here's tonight's food for thought: Why do guys think they can get away with it? Don't you know I'm a pro facebook lurker? Don't you know just because you're not listed in a relationship doesn't mean that the fact you ARE in one doesn't exist? So here's to the guys who have girlfriends, despite whether you like them, love them, or want to break up with them, don't get my number. Don't add me on facebook. Don't text me about how much you want to hang out. UNTIL you're single. FOR REAL this time.

I'm back interweb.