I'm Bringing comments Back...

So I'm an idiot...I set up this account yesturday because blog.com is awful and I wanted to switch back to blogger.com. So I set up this account, right, but I didn't verify my email address, so it wouldn't let me log in. Needless to say, I figured that out...after I had already started posting on blog.com. So I will be using striclty this one from now on, so don't go to blog.com Chronicles of Freshmanland...because let's face it: I got a little off-topic. Anyway, here is the post I put up there yesturday...for anyone who is interested...which probably isn't many...

I'm Bringing Bitter Back (YUP)

Hello devoted readers...ok, reader. I would like to say that I have been sooooo busy the last few months that I haven't had the time to blog, but that would be lying. I really don't know why I stopped. To be perfectly honest, the most exciting thing that has happened to me lately was getting my teeth whitening trays. My friends, I think I am in what you would call a "slump". No Alex, not "frump". Althought the 2 do seem to go hand in hand. I always know when I am in a slump because my subconscious will remind me through my dreams. The minute I am not obsessing over some guy, my subconscious comes around and reminds me of my past mistakes. This time, It was Tommy. I was horrible when it came to Tommy. The only reason I didn't date him was because I thought he was "too young". And of course, I realize that we would have been great together when it is too late, which is all too typical. That's the worst part about mistakes: they come back to haunt you. It has been 7 months and 4 days since I last hooked up with a guy...and, frankly, I'm going nuts. All my friends seem to be getting some, but not me. And, the fact is, I don't just want "some". What I really want is a relationship. Even thought the timing is bad seeing as I'm moving either to Lubbock, Texas or Lawrence, Kansas to go to school next year. I just need a little something to get me through the rest of the school year so when my lovely roommate talks on her phone with her boyfriend, or when the whole hall has their boyfriends come and attend their victory parties, I don't feel utterly alone. But tomorow is the beginning of the new me: I am going to be more like a man. But not in the "I prefer women over men" way. I'm not that desparate...yet. I'm going to stop obsessing, I'm going to look before I leap, and, most importantly, I am not going to dream up feelings that aren't there. I am going to take in the world as it is, not as I hope it will be. The awful truth is us ladies could learn a lot from men. They don't bitch, they are straight-shooters. They don't do the whole "hidden meaning" thing. They just live the way they want to. So, I'm going to try it, just to see what it's all about. But if I start beltching and putting my hand down my pants after a meal, please someone save me and bring me back from the dark side. Now if you will excuse me, I have to go and remove my whitening trays...