If I've said it once, I've said it a gajillion times

I'm sorry to bore you, but it's true. I heart college.

Saw The Foreigner at BU with Brian last evening. His friend was the "central character" and q. hilarious. And I saw Alex Dutton, whom I probably haven't spoken to since the days of elementary school. But I don't know if he saw me and I didn't say hi. 'cause I'm a bitch!

Afterward Brian was like, I'm going to go have a drink with my friends. And I'm like, um, I'm going to go chill with my friends. PEACE.

And after like a gajillion hours on the T, I made it to senior haus. For good times. With good kids.

Also, officially: I have neat feet. And hairless armpits. And I'm very mellow.

Sergio says so. Hence truth.

This morning. This afternoon, rather, Jim, who is a day older than I am, and I made fun of people all across campus. Mostly the little kids who invaded MIT.

"Hey, pink-haired lady!"
"*friendly smile masking kid!hatred*"
"Where's the memorial building?"