cause when she dances she goes and goes

So, here's the problem with my life.

I went to a party tonight and met the cutest, nicest funniest... This guy was perfect, okay? He is basically Captain Awesome from Chuck, and looks just like him too. We spent the whole night hanging out, making each other laugh, flirting pretty steadily. I figured, I'm totally in, right?

Yeah, no.

Any other college in the world, we would at least have spent half the night making out in the corner, at least. There was definitely some chemistry there. Everyone in the room noticed it, it wasn't just me. But he didn't even get my number! Okay, yes, we as a group made plans to hang out tomorrow, but I figured he'd at least add me on facebook or something.

Not to mention one of the girls basically called me out on being 'inappropriate'. Apparently mentioning Victoria's Secret is considered unladylike. It's not like I was whipping my bra out to show the world. This little adorable 5 foot nothing girl who couldn't have weighed more than 100 pounds sat there and said that I was probably making all the boys in the room awfully uncomfortable. Nevermind that they had just been making Casey Anthony jokes, I was the one who was out of line. Sorry, babes, but when you look like I do, boobs are kind of a part of life. It's not like I can tuck them away when there's a chance that someone might get a gander.

I knew this was going to be a challenge when I decided to come here. I'm used to a very different lifestyle than the norm here. But I was actually starting to feel comfortable at this party, like I'd found a place that I fit in. I wasn't 100% the center of attention, but I was close. I was laughing and smiling and happy and everyone seemed to be happy, and now I just feel awful. Was I being out of line? Was I making people uncomfortable? I didn't think so, but apparently this girl did. Part of me wants to just say that if she couldn't stand the heat, she shouldn't be in the kitchen, but that's not fair. I don't want to be that girl, the one who's loud and brash and impossible to forget, but hard to remember. I didn't think that's how it was, but this perfect looking little girl just made me feel like a cheap wench.

Anyway, the point is that clearly I just have some tension that needs to be taken care of. A girl has needs. And Captain Awesome should be the one to take care of it.

Hi there, Dreamwidth.

I feel kind of bad, only checking you out because Livejournal has abandoned me, but that doesn't mean we can't be friends, right?

So, here's a bit about me. I'm twenty, just started my first year of college (first one worth counting, anyway) but this is just a short summer semester, and I'm only taking one class. Sort of dipping my feet in, so to speak.

Basically, I'm going to be posting a lot about myself. I'm taking a film class, so I'll touch on that, probably my friends and family and drama and also I post a lot of music. Like, a LOT. So be on the look out for that.

One final disclaimer - I have no idea what I'm doing with this. So I plan to just mess around until it makes sense. That's how I figured out LJ, right?