damn the romanians
god damn the gay romanians and their stupid catchy songs. So I dreamt about dragostea din tei last night, and the night before, and the night before that, and i've gone crazy. oh and...hale is singing it as we speak. maybe he'll shut up if we have sex. and damn the fucking cold weather...i want spring...and SUMMER ... sipping a cosmopolitan or pina colada on the beach in a bikini with my boyfriend and a superficial book like shopoholic or something. Meanwhile, I have to look forward to a yale semi-formal in a tube-top dress (holy shit i forgot a strapless bra...which means i'll probably have to double-sided tape myself to the dress to keep it from falling) and open-toed shoes. at least i'll be too drunk to notice that it's 20 degrees out and i'm probably suffering from frost-bite. yay for champagne (or as matt likes to call it "my boy andre")...and me bringing back lots of it. Why is it that I always come back to Cornell with more stuff than I left with? Hopefully i won't be too drunk and passed out to put on the sexy see-through nighty.