Well, all of Boston is getting wasted, and me and my friend Laura cannot participate due to our overly-enthusiastic celebration last night. So, we rented some movies to calm us as the veins in our heads stop pounding.

Exams are over, so I like life a lot more now. I feel so free.

I've decided this morning to abandon my hunt for the newest, perfect guy. As we are all forced to learn again and again, you never find them when you're hunting anyway, so I definitely was on the wrong track. It's been a strange couple of days though. I've talked to or hung out with nearly every ex I've ever had from eighth grade up, and I feel a bit too tapped into my own history. My most recent ex slightly hovers in my life like a ghost passing in and out of doorways, never sure if that's him until he's gone. I was introduced to a new, lovely emotion I've rarely experienced as I witnessed my other ex cuddling all-too-passionately with his new lady. Then, just bumping into old flames, man this shit is exhausting. As beneficial as all those experiences were, it's really made me realize my need for a whole new genre of man. I have some demands now from which I will not back down. I am tired of selling myself short and continuing on with directionless relationships because it feels nice to have someone, even if that someone serves as a constant reminder for why it's better to be alone. Though the corpse of my latest failure has yet to turn cold, I'm going to have to tear every single ounce on energy I put into thinking about my lovelife and put it whole-hearted into something else, or a few other things. My first and favorite of the superficial cures: Fashion. Nothing better than actively bettering yourself, and looking better is feeling better. I'm slowly learning the art of accessorizing (sp?) and this will be so fun for me.
This new look will be paired, of course, to the getting in shape family. It's time to Yoga my ass off, and lift until I'm strong enough to physically throw an asshole out of my life if he dares to enter it.

The more important mission where energy must be focused: music. It's time to really find the key to the floodgates and pray a flood is behind them.

So what happens when the weekend arrives and it's time to whip out my favorite lipstick and slip into any variety of tank tops? I guess it's about looking good for me and enjoying my friends. Do I feel like being in a relationship right now anyway? There are some serious perks to the single life, I don't want to wait until I'm in a relationship to remember and long for those single days.