So a lot has happened post last entry. first big update: I got into UNC CHAPEL HILL! I'm pretty proud of that, it's a rather large accomplishment these days. I'm still not entirely sure where I'm going to go, but it's between UNC, University of Maryland, and University of Florida. We'll see. Second big update: I wrote in my last entry that the way to my heart was through bringing me articles. Well, the boy who brought me that last one succeeded. I'm dating a new boy, we started seeing eachother a couple of weeks ago, and things are going really really well. I made that list post-Flynn [see entry: Hobbit Feet] about things I would never date again, and amazingly he doesn't break a single one of those rules. He's the first boy I've ever dated who doesn't do drugs. He's the first boy I've ever kissed who doesn't smoke. He's so respectful of me, I didn't know a relationship could have so much respect. He's so intelligent. He's deciding between fucking HARVARD and WEST POINT for college. And as we all know, intelligence is the ultimate aphrodesiac. He's so genuine and so real. He's so sweet, too. Sweeter than anyone I've ever dated. He'll send me these ridiculously cute messages just to tell me he's thinking about me. Some of my favourite lines that I'd rather not forget, hence the documentation here: "I guess what I want to say is that it was really great that you were so open. I would never have had the guts to go on that kind of limb like you did. And I’m really happy that you did. I’m really happy about this whole thing. You’re really a great person, and it’s like there’s the part of you that’s intelligent and professional and I really respect, and then there’s the part of you that’s emotional and everything and that I can really care about." "I miss you. I'm almost looking forward to school. The snow is nice, but I have to say I prefer pink to white on the whole." "I like your new picture. My eyes keep straying up to it and I sort of start aching. So thank you Kelly, now I'll have to turn off my computer to try to get any homework done." God, intelligence is sexy. I have a thing for good writers, obviously. He's my other editor-in-chief on the paper, beeteedubs. A slight conflict of interest, but it's okay, because I'm quite fond of him. I guess I've got a thing for journalists, what can I say. I swear, that was the only reason I went out with Flynn this summer, because he wanted to be a journalist and I was attracted to that. I probably shouldn't find journalism quite so sexy, but I do. Whatever. Anyway, going along with this appreciation for intelligence means he has all these cute things he says that leave me smiling for hours :3 Me: "You've always secretly had a thing for emo girls, haven't you" Sam: "[sarcastic tone]oh, yeah [/sarcasm]. More like, I've always had a thing for smart girls." We were cuddling [:3] outside on a nature path, it was totally freezing thus totally abandoned, we were like the only ones there. We had just decided it was a bit too cold and we'd head back to the car. "Well, let's just warm up your mouth a little bit and we'll head back." [kiss once] "And it's not even cold!" Me: "yeah, when I was in the womb one of my ears was kind of folded over, so one sticks out and one doesn't. I was kind of a defective baby, I was born with a broken collarbone too. There's supposed to be a bump there." [Various other conversation, we were just sitting in the back seat of my car cuddling at this point :3 Sam had to leave soonish though for his HARVARD interview] Sam: "well, you know, we could look for bumps on your collarbone."; leaning over me to kiss me. !hot! And this one is little and nerdy, but it makes me happy... it was after our first date, and he was talking about how we needed to figure out what shape the relationship would take [where we ended up making it official! :D]: "Call me when you get to school on Monday. We'll have a little editorial conference." okay. So yeah, I'm a journalism nerd. But that's adorable. What can I say, I'm a sucker for some witty banter. But the thing that's so great is that it truly is wit, and he's not just spitting game and feeding lines. I feel kind of sorry for him tbh though. I mean...he asked me out right before Winter Formal, my birthday [Feb 12], and Valentine's day. Haha. Sucks to be him. He'll most likely being going to West Point in the fall. I don't want to think about this ending right after it started, but let's be honest, WP's in fucking New York. The closest I could possibly be to that is Maryland, which is still a good 5ish hours away. If I end up at U Florida, which is a strong possibilty, that's more like 10 hours. Realistically I highly doubt I'll see him past this summer. He's already made some comments, albeit minor comments, that make me somewhat nervous though... Talking about a friend of my brother's: S: Where does she go? K: Bryn Mawr in Pynnsylvania. S: That's an all girl school, isn't it? K: yep. S: Now see, that's the kind of school YOU should be looking at... or he keeps [jokingly?] telling me I should look at West Point. S: Even now I bet you could get in. It's only 15% women, so you'd have a huge atvantage. K: but I mean, at least at UNC you can leave campus whenever you want. S: yeah, but you don't want to go home that much anyway! K: maybe so, but you know what else I like to do? Sit on couches with boys. I can't do that at West Point... S: well that's only in the dorms that you can't sit on furniture with members of the opposite sex. You know, we could find a log outside somewhere to sit on.[inside remark, also ridiculously cute ftw!] K: all that considered, New York's just a little cold for me. soooo yeah. I think that stuff combined with the fact that West Point is 85% male and you're not allowed to sit on the same piece of furniture as people of the opposite sex [because apparently, that's just as bad as having sex], probably makes me more attractive. I think it's awesome that he wants to go to West Point. Honestly, I think it's damn hot. I've always found military guys damn sexy, I can't help it. I'm sucker for that. But at the same time, I really don't think I could deal with dating someone at West Point. It's a fucking prison. You're only allowed 2 weekends home besides breaks your freshman year. If you break a rule, you carry a gun back and fourth for five hours. I don't know. Then there's the whole ridiculously long distance thing. I mean, I can't even see this lasting til summer. Not that I don't like him or whatever, just that that's like 6 months away! I've never had a relationship last longer than a month. I know, I'm pretty pathetic. But honestly I'm quite shocked that his mind hasn't ruled that out like mine has. All this being said, though... I don't trust him. And I don't think that's a bad thing. I don't trust him. But we've been dating like two weeks. I think it's okay that I don't trust him, he should earn my trust. I just don't give it away. I have my guard up so much, and I can tell. I'm not about to get used again. I'm not about to feel like I felt this summer again. I'm looking for it this time, And while I think he has good intentions, I will NOT get used again. that's all I'll say about that. uhh, I guess I'll post pictures from Formal?