Ok. so I’m officially not single. but I’m not sure if I’m his girlfriend either. You’ll know when I know. And I’m just going to pretend that I’m 20, so that I way I can be dating again without breaking my resolution AND there will only be 9 years between us. And yay for dates. Go EAGLES! Being (a teeny eeny weeny bit) slutty (as long as you don’t feel guilty or have moral objections) (I don’t, by the way) is a hell of a lot of fun.

P.S. Not a word of this to my parents, anyone. I don’t need any more grief from them.

P.S.S. Moving back into the dorms is time consuming. I am officially the filthiest person on earth. (Sorry, Katie.)