Yep, true to my word, I've moved the blog to blogspot for the time being. And I'm using one of the default templates because I'm far too lazy to make a layout for a temporary location. -_- Although... this layout greatly resembles another online journal provider (::coughLiveJournalcough::).

Today proved to be interesting and more complicating that anticipated. Sometimes I end up feeling like Yente the Matchmaker from Fiddler on the Roof when it comes to my friends. The worst part is trying not to interfere too much concerning certain peoples' feelings for others.

Oh Karen, I think he likes you.

Everything is more or less frustratingly balanced at the moment. On one end, there's "Xander" and supporter Lauren. The other is occupied by "Hey You" with Adrienne's strong presence.

Things could get interesting for the next month or so, m'dearie.

PSAT's are just seven more hours away. Ech. Really don't feel the love for it at... 12:00am... right now. I don't need to be taking the damned thing again if it weren't for that National Academic Competition requirement.

And sometimes old habits just don't want to stay dead. Even if you shove the metaphoric stake into the ground.

To end this entry on a non-cryptic note: today I was molested by three straight guys. During lunch by Jon (he was dragging me around with his arm in mine) (and no, he's not the straight guy that I really shouldn't be eyeing) (although, if one could detach him from his sometimes infuriating personality, I'd jump him). Right before Art by Remy (who unbuttoned the top button of my shirt so I went the entire class period with a bit too much of my chest showing than I'm comfortable with). Right after Art by Ode (who tackled me on the steps as I was exiting the building). Why, you might ask? I was wearing a new, 100% nylon shirt that was all shiny and cute looking. So, naturally people would feel me up.

And that's all for now.