Once again, it's time for yet another ... Merc's Life Digest!

Meeeeeerc's liiiiiife digeeeeeeest ...

Ahem.

( Dance! )

Annnnd we're back to the "abject despair" portion of our program.

I spent like an hour last night at blues sobbing into my friend's shirt. (He was very gracious about it.)

This is so bad, guys.

D:

Guys. Guys. :D

This is how it went between me and the boy I like:

( Cut for lengthy descriptions of both abject despair and the way that people can surprise you, sometimes. )

Taf:

( Mission fail. )

+ We placed second out of eight at SF Open. (First among those who didn't break the rules ( Read more... )

Sobering thought of the day:

I flirt with boys the way Puck flirts with men.

Noooooooooo.

I've ruined myself for normal human interactions.

It's ... actually one of my favorite kinds of days. It's raining outside (in the desert???) and I am safely ensconced on a comfy Motley couch with delicious pastries, warm drinks, my Comparative Politics reading, and a peculiarly fuzzy optimistic feeling in regards to certain members of the male gender ( Read more... )

You know what's refreshing?

Boys who ask you out on dates.

*hums*

... Dammit Josh.

( Dilemma: If I'm not a teen anymore, how do I still have teen angst? This thing needs a title. )

You know that feeling you get when you're talking to someone and you realize they were in jail for drug possession?

Yeah.

Today was interesting.