ok, cupid.

Today, at a friend's birthday party, while browsing her profile on the popular dating site OKCupid in the spirit of the aforementioned festivities, we came across an ex's profile. What I realized (aside from the fact that the poor kid is quite lonely), is that over the last two years I have created a retrospective vision of a terrible, monster of a guy who is the worst person you'll ever meet. The truth is, yes, he's objectifying and disrespectful. But people-- all people-- are multilayered. There was a time, before I knew better, that I was head over heels.

I'm so glad that cupid's aim is better these days and that I'm able to celebrate this Valentine's Day with someone who is-- flaws and all-- perfect.

elephants overhead

Recently, I got asked to move out of campus housing and into the greater wilds of New York City. After saying-- and genuinely meaning-- that I'd think about, it seems that the universe is speeding up the thinking process.

A raucously elephantine party in the apartment above mine last night (not to mention the late-night entrance of my own, mutinous suitemates) has me thinking a lot more about dorm life. For the most part, I have had ideal dorm-living experiences, but this year has been pretty... different. I have never before lived in a "party dorm," and apparently this one is just that Thursday through Saturday. Last night, after calling the RA on duty, public safety, and berating my suitemates, I realized that I will always be a hermit, the curmudgeon-y guy who wants his peace and quiet after 1am. And maybe the best thing for me (and the University's obnoxiously exuberant party-goers) is for me to vacate the premises and carve out a new life somewhere else.