I Want These!

Spotted: These amazing, little barrettes at the H&M in the CambridgeSide Galleria. My friend, Crystal, is a very crafty one and decided to make some of her own. Guess what? So am I!

Now, where did I put my glue gun?

One Late-night Encounter

I can't believe that here I am, sitting in the middle of nowhere, playing sober sister for my house. There's pretty much no one home, so I've been on my laptop slash watching re-runs of Judge Judy on the TiVo and just waiting for the 2 am point to roll around. I'm heading back to the city tomorrow morning and I'm psyched! Even though, none of my friends are going to be home. Here's the sitch:
-The best friend is still up in Montreal. Sigh.
-Twin is working this weekend (other than tonight... Damn). She's a waitress at a popular topless bar in Boston and makes bank. Now that I think about it, maybe I'll pick up a shift or two, when I graduate. ;)
-Natalie is heading down to Florida. That's super-disappointing, since she was in Georgia (or, North Carolina, maybe?) over the last long weekend.
-Rachel is doing crafty things all weekend. She's wicked creative and has started to make money from said crafty activities. But, that means that she's often busy over the weekend, doing shows or whatever those lovely, crafty people do.
-Ami is in Australia!!! I'm so jealous. But, her job is def difficult and requires a significant amount of extra hours, so she deserves it. :)
-Harvard is heading up, with his friends, to Maine; S.G. is down in Tampa at the ALCS (I cannot even express the amount of jealousy that I'm feeling, right now); the musician is still in upstate New York.
Basically, my life sucks. I was reaching out to secondary and to tertiary friend circles, hoping that I could make plans, but no luck, as of yet. I guess that I'll just have to be spontaneous, except that I'm not good at spontaneous... Hmm. Spontaneity generally equals sitting at home, by myself, on a Saturday night. Boo.

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Last night, I was totally not up for going out. While I do love a good Thirsty Thursday, I was beat: I had stayed up for most of the night, writing a paper for a class on violence (I cannot even express how much I hate that class! But, for another time). So, needless to say, I wasn't up for drinking or whatever. Rather, I hung out with a couple of my favorite sisters, Melanie and Erica. Love them!
When I headed back downstairs, from their room, the following text-message convo ensued, with none other than the freshman:
The Freshman (7:52:27 PM): What's up tonight
Colli (10:55:27 PM): Sorry, kid. I totally flaked on getting back to you... Hope that you found plans.
The Freshman (10:56:09 PM): U suck lol
Colli (10:58:48 PM): Hey, whatev. I was having a lingeried pillow fight with some of my sisters and totally missed your text. You know, another normal night at [sorority name].
The Freshman (11:00:07 PM): Ahh u no that's my fantasy lol
Colli (11:03:43): What can I say? You should come to my house more often.
The Freshman (11:04:22 PM): U never invite me...
Colli (11:06:36 PM): Hey, you have an open invite to my house; I DO have a single.
The Freshman (11:08:06 PM): All u have 2 say is come on over, im not gonna jus show up...
Colli (11:10:06 PM): Good to know.
The Freshman (11:20:34 PM): So what u doin tonight???
The Freshman (11:24:32 PM): I mean there still a bus running to [sorority name]
Colli (11:25:56 PM): Nice try, kid. But, I was up all night writing a research paper and, thus, need to sleep some time tonight. Def raincheck, though.
The Freshman (11:27:25 PM): Too bad ; )
The Freshman (1:42:07 AM): U still up???

Needless to say, I was not awake at nearly 2 am; rather, I was dead to the world. I quite nearly experienced by first booty call... I'm not sure how I feel about it. I mean, I definitely like to hook up! But, I much rather prefer to center said hooking-up around something... A movie, a party, buying me a drink at the bar. Whatev. I just don't like the thought of someone, who's not my boyfriend, coming over just for the premise of sex. My.

Back to Boston tomorrow! Wish me love. <3

Let's Hear it for the Boys!

I really want to focus this blog around my social life. And, one of the most integral parts of my social life are boys. I love to talk to boys. And, when I say talk, I mean less than date but more than hook-up. Does anybody even date anymore? I don't know. I don't; not really. But, that's another entry for another time.
There are four boys to whom I'm talking, at the moment. I know, I know, as my sorority sisters say: four? But, I'm super-awesome at multitasking! Let's introduce the cast of characters:
Harvard: Ah, Harvard. He's def my favorite. I met Harvard at a leadership conference in New York in August and we really hit it off. Meaning, I slept over his dorm room that weekend... We didn't have sex, but it most def was a fun night! Since we came back to Boston, we haven't hung out. This is mostly due to Harvard's weird class schedule (they start school on the 16th of September or something...); I was already back at the Zoo when he came back to Boston, from Cali. He's exotic (Mexican, baby!), preppy and incredibly smart. Overall, he's got the whole package. I just hope that, when we both graduate this upcoming spring, he doesn't haul his cute ass back to California, or I'll never get any Latin lovin' again!
Sporty Guy: This is def my second-favorite guy, at the moment. I my S.G. in my classes, sophomore year of college, when I was still in Boston. At the time, S.G. had a girlfriend... So disappointing! But, S.G. and said girlfriend broke up last winter and, to my supreme excitement, S.G. likes me! He and I are kind of still in 'friend-mode,' which is cool, but I'm ready to step things up. I could really see myself as his girlfriend. He also loves the Sox, which is a-maz-ing, since I'm the biggest Red Sox fan. Ever. Legit.
The Musician: The musician and I... Well, he likes me. That's cool, right? I hate to lead people on, but I don't think that it's going to work out with the musician and I. The reason? I'm really not attracted to him. When we went out for the first time, he told me that he'd only drank twice in his life and got hammered on one Long Island Iced Tea... What? I'm totally on the other end of the spectrum, so this was a definite shock. I really like the idea of the Musician, but I just don't feel the sparks. The worst part is that I think the musician will ask me to be his girlfriend the next time I see him... That's going to be a disappointing convo, for sure. But, I guess that he's fun to keep around, because he is the kind of guy that I would marry: politically and religiously, we're totally on the same page. He's responsible, caring, and nice. I'm just not that into him.
The Freshman: The freshman and I go to the same school; a definite perk, considering I'm about 100 miles away from Boston, out in the middle of the country. He and I have a complicated history, mostly consisting of drunken hook-ups, post-party or -club meeting. I really like him, even though he's three (read: three; is this weird?) years younger than I am. We mostly just hook-up and rarely ever talk. The hook-ups have been pretty sporadic over the past year and couple of months. He is a good kisser, though; but, I've seen some of the girls with whom he's had sex. I don't know if I want to go down that road and / or get an S.T.I. :)

So, those are the men in my life, as of this moment. It's a lot better than I was doing about two or three years ago. I'm pretty happy with my social life, though having a boyfriend wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. Would it?

All about Me!

Hello, hello, hello! I'm your fabulous bloggette, Col. I'm twenty-two years old and a super-senior at a university in Massachusetts, double-majoring in Psychology and in Public Health. I live in a sorority house at said uni and love that! My sisters are (mostly) awesome. I'm originally from a suburb right south of Boston; I really miss all my friends at home. Those girls and guys are amazing!
One thing that I've discovered since turning twenty-one is that life is very easy. I used to be a shy, introverted teenager, but I've totally come out of my shell. I'm pretty now (which, I guess, isn't saying that much), because I put in the effort, and have worked hard to become the gal that I am today. I still maintain all the values that I was taught, when I was a little kid and throughout high school, but have adapted a few to serve the needs of my life, at the moment.
I've basically turned into the most girly-girl on the planet: I love to go shopping, to go out dancing, to drink, to eat (I'm a huge pig), to study fashion, and to just live life! I have a small shoe addiction and wear heels like it's my job. I dress up every day for class, even though the standard at my uni is pretty low (i.e. sweatpants and not combing your hair... Um, ew?). I feel like I'm an adult, even though I've got six more months of college ahead. I'm no longer waiting for my amazing life to begin; it's already here! :)