Stop Telling Me The Right Way To Go, I'm On My Own...

Mates of State - You Are Free


So my padre sent me this article, insisting that it was no doubt blog-worthy. I looked at the title, and thought to myself, "yes, I hate Florida State, because they're evil, but I don't know if I'd say it's blog-worthy."

I then read the article.

He was totally right. And all because of one line: "The cheating occurred mainly through online testing for a single music history course..." That's right. A music history course. Embarassing.


Also, I'm going to take you back a little. Remember that epic day when I was called a "half-friend?" Well I sure do. Because it was incredibly traumatizing. But I thought it was all behind me.

I was terribly wrong.

So I'm talking to one of my rowers in the training room today, and we're discussing what she did this weekend, and she's telling me about her magical activities, and I notice that her adventures always involve the same two people. So I say to her, "so are they just your fav people in the world?"

She responds by saying, "well I really only have like two and a half friends." This perplexes me. So I say, "well I mean, I'm glad that you don't waste your time on faux-friendships, and you just stick with people you really care about, but who's this half a friend?"

"You of course."

ME OF COURSE?!? "Hold up, wait a minute. I'm half a friend? I'm a half-friend?!?"

"Well you have to understand, I've been best friends with those two for years. I've only really hung out with you a couple times, and we only met a couple months ago. I don't think that it's really possible for one to elevate to full friend status in that amount of time."

I decided that I was okay with that. And I mean, I guess if she thinks that I make up one fifth of her good friends, that's cool with me.


Oh, and final note, I'm joining an Irish dance group. It has a long, winding story to go with it, but I have to depart for practice. But next time. And it'll be magical.