Ode to UVA

So, after a recent conversation with Julie Horsting and personal experience, I can officially say that UVA is a cold-hearted bitch. I mean I didn't get "Admissions Stats: Denied," but it was the same idea. At least write an eloquent 'Dear John" letter like Northeastern. Is it wrong that I'm still embarrassed about that rejection? My high school self would have been mortified. So yes, official record now stands at 2-4. Let's gooooooo Hawaii. Please.

In other news, I am now on Zoloft and Klonopin. Hopefully these will work and I will be a happy bouncing bubble like the commercial says. And yes Keshia, I will have bubble babies, not crack babies. I read on WebMD that only "infrequently" do babies suffer withdrawal. So eat it.

Also, I watched "Dangerous Beauty" on Netflix, which is a much better movie than the title suggests. Go for it if you like sex and period dramas.

And finally, I'm Kevin Dua's escort in Mr. W&M tomorrow. I'm having Mr. Falmouth deja vue. In a good way. Especially because Dua is the class president a la Tim Griffin. But at least I don't have to wear a dress the size of the QE2 this time and throw confetti. Dua's going for the Fonzworth Bentley look, of which I highly approve. I hope pocket-squares are involved.

PS "Say" by John Mayer is just a genius song in a simple kind of way.