Jennifer

Everyone is sleeping with their ex boyfriends What the hell. They're called ex boyfriends for a reason... 'ex' as in the Latin root for "out" or "out of", 'ex' as in x'ed off, crossed off, deleted!

JESUS CHRIST! STOP SLEEPING WITH YOUR EXES!

Marie's ex is over now actually. It's always awkward when you can hear people having sex. I used to be really loud on purpose just to make my boyfriend's apartment-mates uncomfortable when they were studying and stuff. God, I love being me.

I am so bored. Cowboys (a traditional UT guys spirit group) are throwing some country music concert called Harvest Moon tonight, so consequently no frats are doing anything until at least after midnight. Let's bet I'm plastered and belligerent by then.

God, Cowboys go harvest your own fucking moon and stop stealing my Fridays. I HATE country music. I hate lots of Texas things. I have a lot of hate right now. (Apparently I am belligerent already. Oh well.)
Here are more Texas things I hate:
-"Texas-sized" foods because they are fucking huge and you end up eating all of it and getting fat.
-Lonestar beer (this is the worst beer EVER)
-George W. Bush (and basically all Texas politicians, especially the Republican ones)
-Cows, farms, mud, etc.

I still love you, though Texas. I'll never leave you. Actually let's be serious-- yes I will leave you Texas. I'll still stop buy occasionally though for one night stands, you know, for old time's sake. How fitting that in the middle of the word Texas is 'ex'...

Let me tell you about the worst hook up ever.

I suppose I should preface the story with the fact that I busted the back of my head open about a week ago after KA's "Golf Pros an Tennis Hos" party and had to have some staples put in.

I bled a lot, yadda yadda, and now I have a huge scab on the back of my head. No big deal, as you can't see it under my mane of blonde hair.

Back to the story of the worst hook up ever-- I'm making out with this ATO last night when he runs his fingers through my hair...

and over the scab...

which like, partially falls off in his hand or something.

Oh my God. Oh my fucking God. Is this actually happening?

I try to explain that I hit my head a while ago, that I have staples.

I cringe.

He stares.

I sigh.

He leaves.

...so is the story of my life.

I can't believing I fucking scabbed on someone. (Note to self: stop getting drunk and falling and getting scabs.) To make it worse, I think everyone knows about it (including my ex boyfriend's neighbor whom I am somewhat in love with).

Ah, the classic "ex boyfriend's neighbor" dilemna. Wait, that's not classic at all. Actually, it's really fucking weird. Why am I in love with my ex boyfriend's neighbor?

I wish I'd get the hell over him, especially considering the fact that he wouldn't look at me tonight. Then again, he was too stoned to even know where he was. KappaSigs are like that.

The whole thing upset me terribly. I actually started crying, which is a big deal as I hadn't cried in what... months? A year? I haven't really been keeping track of this. I told the girls that my contacts were bothering me and left soon after. Everything just hurts right now.

Do you ever feel that way? That everything inside you just aches and aches? Sometimes life hurts so much.

It's not about sleeping with people... not to be a snob, but I can (and most girls can) sleep with almost any guy I want. The hard part is making them fall in love with you.