When's There's Nothing Left to Burn, You Have to Set Yourself on Fire
I have the song Your Ex-Lover is Dead by Stars on repeat these days. I just love it. It's romantic.. but realistic. The song is sad in an absolutely beautiful way.
There's one thing i want to say, so i'll be brave
You were what i wanted
I gave what i gave
I'm not sorry i met you
I'm not sorry it's over
I'm not sorry there's nothing to say
I'm not sorry there's nothing to say.
Speaking of emotion and such, after having completed a paper on "Upon Westminster Bridge" I have decided Williams Wordsworth may in fact be the original emo kid. Yes, his poetry is slightly better than your average skinny jean wearing 15 year old but no one can deny it is somewhat melodramatic with all these great feelings he experiences as he gazes upon.. well anything really. London, the ocean, his pet dog Fido - all monumental, practically religious experiences for this guy. He even LOOKS the part - would this or would this not pass as quite the HXC myspace profile pic:
(Cue the wrist slitting)
As for my social life, the frat parties are about as fratty as ever. Horribly mixed music, beer pong, barely dressed girls and sticky floors - nothing says a good time like that, right? I've had about my fill of seeing couples 'dancing' but in reality just dry humping each other in a very drunken sort of way. The parties this week were slightly more interesting than usual taking into account the costume factor. I especially enjoying seeing The Three Blind Mice - all with matching ears and Ray Charles-esque sunglasses - walking along Mass Ave.
One issue to take up with many of the guys I've met at these gatherings - can we NOT ask the question "Does anyone want to dance?" It's far more flattering and less awkward.. for us at least.. if you ask one girl, not the entire group. I understand you go to MIT, and are very familiar with the idea of probability ("If I ask five girls at once, one at least will say yes") but I prefer not to be addressed as just part of a collective. The only guy I did dance with this weekend did ask me, thank you very much, and he was amazingly cute too. Possibly too good-looking, but hey it was only for the night. Or really one song.. cuz when 'Thriller' came on, do you really think I was gonna grind to that? Well he did, but I put him down easy. No worries. It's a shame though, looking back I suppose I should have danced with him more.. after Thriller of course.. because he was quite the dancer and because he was so tall he would sort of bend his head down so his face was right next to mine. I liked this. Guys should do this more often. End of story.
Swing dancing is coming to a close.. and it's been quite the experience. I have danced with many a sketchy individual, learned many a dance moves and am getting very tired of using the phrase 'many a'. We solved the mystery of my dance teacher's middle name and why he insists on saying the middle initial every single time he introduces himself. It turns out it stands for random middle name which I can't pronouce, he took out his license to prove it, so then the question was why he liked it so much. He insists the letter K gives a 'punch' to his name.. okk, man. He was fun to talk to though and in general a fun person. I certainly wouldn't mind going to a few of his lessons in the future at Harvard and the like.
So I believe this entry has gone on far too long but I suppose I can continue it tomorrow maybe? Til then, Happy Halloween folks.
PS. GOOO SOOXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
(and Pats, of course :-) )