I was digging through my sock drawer yesterday and I came across an old diary that I started when I moved away to University. Figuring I might be able to learn a little about why I’m as awesome as I am for future lessons, I decided to read them. Here are a few excerpts from my second semester:

January 19 “I’m so in love with his eyebrows”

January 20 “He did the eyebrow thing again. He has a not bad body too.”

Jan 26 “R asked me today if D and I were dating. I just told her no. I hope that doesn’t get back to D though.”

Feb 1″I had a pretty cool weekend. We went out to Manhattan’s on Thursday (a bar), which made me feel pretty ’cause guys were after me.”

Feb 1 “We talked a lot, then J cried because she hates herself”

Feb 1 “D is a jerk. Well, maybe not. But he isn’t interested in me.”

Feb 2 “D is an ass. Fuck him then. I don’t care. Well actually I do.”

Feb 2 “I’m never living in a big town again.” (I was, at the time, living in a town of 195,000. I live in Toronto now).

Feb 5 “D told me there was nothing going on between us. I met his girlfriend today. Talk about awkward.”

Feb 10 “I hate D.”

Feb 10 “I want to meet a professional athlete.”

Feb 23  “He would bring me to parties with his friends; and talk to me at these parties. He used to lend me his bank card whenever I wanted it. He was so perfect.”

March 15 “I am caught in a love triangle.”

March 22 “I thought I was out of my triangle, but I am not.”

March 22 “I can stand his body when it’s dark and my eyes are closed. Other than that, his body is gross.”

May 3 “C is pregnant. My family is being dicks about it, but I think it’s neat.”

May 25: “The next night, we met up at the bar. I puked at his place, then I spent the night.”

So, basically, it turns out I’ve not matured all that much, and I’ve been hilarious my whole life.