First things first...the important news. I have lost my brush. The good one, the only one that's worked on my hair since I was 8 or something. The only one I had with me. I am grief-stricken and messy-haired.
In other news. Watched Finding Nemo with notsoscary!sophmore boy, henceforth to be known as Mike M. (to distinguish from our mike) It was cool. We walked to his apartment in the rain, and then watched movie...snuggled a bit...kissed a bit...he was like, hey, stay the night...and I was like, *giggles* I don't really know you well enough. And he was like, well, we don't have to do anything...and I was like, still. No. And I was proud of my will-power. Cause I was having fun. Although really. I'm such a slut. It took 5 years with he-who-must-not-be-named to get to the horizontal snogging stage...and this was a first date...*shakes head*. Although I guess it's better than the midi...I'll see Munters again (gosh, I need to start calling him Mike) and I knew him and had multiple conversations etc with him....
Oh well. I guess this is what college is about, right?
And sorry if I'm disillusioning any of you...I'm still a good girl, really. ; )
