Jake and I have graduated to the next level.

*drum roll*

We held hands!  OMG!

Ok, so that may seem anticlimactic to you, but let me tell you - this is the biggest thing ever for me.  Bigger that first kiss.  Bigger than good SAT score.  BIG.

Because I feel completely different about this guy.

Him holding my hand while watching The DaVinci Code and yet still making side comments about the movie with him without any nervousness was beautiful, and amazing, and delicious, and adjective, and etc., and so on, and so forth...

Sooooo - not written in here forever.

I really do prefer Myspace.

Or AIM.

Either really.

Ha.

Too much to update on, I swear.  So I'll write an ode to Jake... my... not boyfriend... my Jake, I guess.  Umm, we're old-school-one-date-at-a-time-he-pays-we-laugh-just-hanging-out dating.  And he's such a gentleman.  And goodlooking.  And Irish.  And born in England. *swoons*

I haven't posted in forever.  I'm sorry.  I'm just so busy, and Myspace-ing is a lot easier.

Let's see what's changed.

I broke up with Phil.  I just realized that he and I didn't ever see each other, and we couldn't talk about much.  It just felt pointless, and I had been infatuated with my first kiss - it wouldn't have been fair to lead him on.  I'm sorry to have hurt him... but I had to.

Visited Yale, Columbia, and Princeton over spring break.  Still on spring break, just got home.  Soooo dead tired.

I didn't like Columbia that much.  Seemed to hoity toity.  But I liked Princeton so much... it felt right.  Will keep feelings in mind during applications.

Aaaah - creating this giant scholarship literature profile.  So I'm pretty busy.  E-mail me or something, and I'll get back to you.

Or comment.  And make my world.

Happy Valentine's Day!

And... it's official.  I have a boyfriend, and his name is Phil.