Open Your Eyes

We all know how the story goes... "Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me."

Well, if such things are true, I am perhaps the biggest fool that there is to be. Is there an extra prize of shame for being deceived nearly infinitely? I am utterly frustrated, disappointed, and broken down by my choices in the past year and a half. I was ignorant, and now there are consequences. I'm normally a decently logical individual, but I became strangely enchanted with a lie. At least I have learned my lesson: trust very few and, still then, be cautious with your heart. I realize that I am also a rambling idiot to an audience that most likely has no idea what I am talking about...that's alright. It helps to vent.

Amen for tomorrow always bringing a new day.

But, in better news, Friday night is GYRAD. For those of you who aren't skilled at guessing random acronyms, this is "Get Your Roommate a Date." It's about as awkward as it sounds: your roommate asks your most recent crush to accompany you on an all-hall adventure to Balboa Park. In my case, however, my roommate is crippled and therefore won't be going. (Hallelujah, broken foot, for saving me from said awkward proposal). Nevertheless, I'll still be bringing along a friend. It should be a good time! And the ugly Christmas sweater theme just makes things all the more enjoyable...