What sucks about going to a great school... is now my selection of men is drastically limited.

So basically, now I either am going to have to deal with a guy who is so pretentious I want to vomit, or a guy who is so threatened by my academic caliber that he treats me horribly to compensate. I've had both at this point. I don't know which is preferable.

Sloan made me paranoid tonight about kicking the boy's ass at Scrabble twice in a row.

Fucking Columbia. They're probably not even going to let me back in.

Weston and myself, after winning the beirut championship.

More under the cut. (We [and by we I mean me] look hideous in all of these -- 8 days of salt water, chlorine and little to no sleep really does a number on you. But I can safely say that it's clear we're having the time of our lives.)

( Dial up users, BEWARE. All others, prepare for some fun with cheap beer. )