So yeah...

continuing on. I have switched between diaryland and xanga and have now found blogger. I stumbled acrossed blogger when I noticed that the boys of SWLLC use blogger. If it's good enough for them, it must be good enough for me. That and Xanga kept wanting me to upgrade and I couldn't upload photos or anything. What a bunch of BS.
I've been studying for the GRE. Not as diligently as I should be, but it's definitely a start. I'm sick of this Dan crap. He's pissing me off by not saying anything, but we're still giving each other 'looks' in class. I just wish I knew what was going on with that boy. Honestly. The psuedo concert was fun. I sure wish that I actually had gotten to hear Howie and Matt, but shit (ie, rain) happens. And at least I got to drool over Matt in the bar. Good lord, the boy is nice to look at.
I've been PMSing big time, so I'm not really expecting to lose anything this week. It sure would be nice to hit goal though. Maybe if I run my ass off the next two days, I should be ok.
I'm learning a lot of new terminology at the VTH, which I think will be very handy if I actually get into vet school. I've been thinking more and more about applying to Tufts. Not because the boys went there or because I'd be in Guster central, but because the more I think about it, the more I realize that it'd be good for me to get out of here. I love home, I love being close to my family and friends, but sometimes, life experience means going where you are a little scared. That and I love Boston.
That's it for now, I'll write more as it comes to me.
My song lyrics of the moment:
I never thought that I could be who I am
I never thought that I could see where I was
I always thought that all this was just wasn't me
I always thought that all this was could never be.
                                                -Matt N.
But that's it in a nutshell. I almost feel like I'm a new person and I should start from scratch. No more of this shy fat girl nonsense. I'm not fat anymore and I can be attractive to guys without me thinking it's because they pity me. Dave loved me for me, but he actually knew me. Few people do.