Ripe

There's something about staring at a blank wall that just urges you to hop on a computer and update the blog that has been sitting untouched for more than a month. With that being said, this has been a bit of a hiatus, but fear not children, I am back and I come with much news. Now where to begin...let's see...my last entry was on the 29th of JANUARY...so...hmm...


Oh, yes!! Let's start with the Phi Psi rush party. It seems like this happened aeon's ago and I know that most of you have already heard this story, but it's worth telling again and I'm trying to make a point here, people. Anyways, this was party number two of the Phi Psi rush season and being the faithful (alcoholic) A-CHi-O that I am, I happily decided to go. So I go to the party with this random Phi Psi senior whose name I didn't know, but I hopped into his car anyway. Typical.

We arrive to the party and the drinking games begin immediately(this is a frat party after all) but i decide not to play at first because I wanted to talk to the potential pledges and the brothers. I go to the kitchen, get a cup of jungle juice from one of the guys and go back outside to where the fire pit was set up. After talking for awhile, I decided to join the game of flip cup. It was this night where I discovered my hidden talent for drinking games and also that about three cups of beer will leave me very wasted. So, my team was the champion team for about 7 rounds and then I decided that I wanted to go home. I drunkenly walk over to the side of table where my sister, Katy was playing and asked if she was ready to go. Her response: "TWO MORE ROUNDS!!" with a fist pump.

Two more rounds turned into another half hour of games and drinking until finally I needed to leave. Thankfully, there was a charming young man there that offered me a ride home. With this happy news I dash back into the house to find Katy so that we could all leave together, but she was no where to be found. I went back outside and told Jeff that I didn't want to leave without Katy and he quickly assured me that Katy would make it home safely. He even said that after he dropped me off, he'd come back to pick her up. Good. There was no way this could end badly, in three short minutes, I would be back in my dorm room completely glowing in pride because I had beaten almost half of the guys in a drinking game. As we all know, I was very wrong. I stumble all the way to his his car and he opens the passenger door and helps me in. The car ride went well until he passed up the school and pulled onto a dark side street. I knew where this was going. I turn and look at him and he smiles and says, "I missed the turn." He pulled me into him and kissed me. This turned into a very heated makeout session until he was on top of me and I felt the slow backward tilt of the car seat. He helped me into the back of the car where articles of clothes began to fly off...I made it home after a slight detour.

One pregnancy scare later, it was Mardi Gras and I was back in action! This year's follies were the best that I had experienced in a while. Lots of fun and lots of drinks. That's all I need to be happy. But leave it to me to do at least one stupid thing. I ran into Nicco at Endymion and decided to be extra friendly and then text him that I wanted to be friends with benefits. Now, we all know about this obsession that I have with Sir. We all know that I become super sexual when drunk. These two, when combined become an awful combination. Not only did I send this text to Nicco, I also sent it to his good friend just to be sure that Nicco received it. That was a really bad decision. We haven't talked about that since, thankfully. After that fiasco, the partying and drinking continued uptown where I met a really cute, really sweet boy. This was heaven sent for me and just what I needed. He talked with me the entire night and then asked for my number. He was really into seeing me again and wanted to hang out some time later that week. Because of our schedules, we haven't been able to hang out since. I know right, fml. I wouldn't feel so bad if he wasn't such a good kisser.

Now fast forward to the present. I really like this semester. I feel comfortable being me and showing that to everyone. I like that I'm becoming closer to the women in my sorority and with the phi psi guys. It's strange, but we really do have a brother/sister relationship with them. I feel comfortable with everyone now and didn't have to change anything about myself, which is the best part! Speaking of phi psi, there is a course a guy that I have my eye on. He's a theatre kid and he's 100% straight!!! I know, what a novelty. I just don't know how to approach him because he is such a nice guy and I feel like I would only corrupt him. We do have a lot in common, but that could land me in the dreaded friend zone. He's very much the courting type of guy and I swoon oh so much whenever I'm around him.

SOOO. Remember that time when I said that I had a point? Yep, I still do. I've grown up a lot over the past year. I have made many mistakes and I've learned that things cannot be changed once they have already happened. I try not to dwell too much on what could have happened or how things could be different. It is what is, and it's too late to change. I feel like I'm finally starting to come into my own. My past experiences have shaped me into the person that I am now. I am not advocating the things that I've done, but I am saying that when you make mistakes or when things don't quite work out the way you planned learn from it and move on. I'm definitely coming into my own. I'm starting to blossom in a way that shows experience and wisdom. This is a very good thing.

...and the music played on.