Grand Re-opening

So most of my posts here have been mostly a ranting of sorts so they are no longer included. However, Fueled by a drive to blog( aka too much time, sick of facebook) I am re-opening the blog to the public. Before I begin, I must present the current cast of friends and sidekicks in my unique and sometimes crazy life.

Moi: I'm a junior in your typical southern college. I'm in two sororities to the dismay of most who know me as they don't see me as an air-head. I don't really by into the mindset, its just an activity. Due to depression/stress of perfection my main activity for about 4 months was enjoying the college drinking experience after being accused that it was a turn off for my ex. While I partied more than ever, I had a 3.5 GPA. I have a boy problem that stems from a grass is greener/ failure to want to commit after 2 relationships of 3 years.

Magnolia: My best-friend/sister/other half. My maid of honor who I could never live without.

Classy Bob: My partner in crime, main drinking buddy since we both discovered that we had a similar problems and interests. Dated TBS, the poster child for Tech Bitch Syndrome. She hates me because I'm Classy Bob's friend and proceeds to hate on anything having to do with me.

Big Poppa: My Grad student boss. Hes 25, He has recently renounced his man whoreish ways and thinks we're dating. We have no common hobbies or personality traits. A total nerd who feels that after talking for a month that I am the one and has visions of marriage and children in the near future. After recently getting a better idea of who I am and accepting myself, I am opening up to new life experiences, but being married at 21 isn't one of them. I honestly don't know why we talk, I think its more a fling/rebellion/empowerment thing that I have my boss on a string even though I have no real feelings for the guy. I think it started out as flattery and I don't plan to use him for anything. It was nice to have someone to talk to but now that his unwanted love has been declared I don't know how much longer I can stand the guy.

Narcissist: An ex if you will. Highly intelligent and one of my best friends

Mountain man: We go back. He was my first real boyfriend. Despite 3 years together, we are comfortable as friends. I'd be lying if I said that no benefits were involved, but we are mostly platonic. Unfortunately, the relationship has been strained due to his drug use and occasional date misconduct that I guess could be construed as rape except there was no technical sex involved. I have a tendency to blame myself for it, and don't know why I have contact with him. I don't really like talking about it so please don't judge me. Our relationship, however unhealthy, seems to work at times.

The boy from back home: There are many things that could be said about our relationship. However, I think its best to say we ended badly. The combination of distance and personality differences made for a volatile situation. Seeing as I haven't talked to him in about 4 1/2 months I doubt we will ever speak again let alone have some sort of friendship. He loves apple and his vision of perfection. I think it was the difference between this vision of me and my reality coupled with the fact he never really got to know me, but judged me on his perceptions of certain behaviors and activities without really knowing what I was doing lead him to believe that I had "changed." I don't mean to sound bitter, I just wish things had worked out better. I can't really be upset because his baseless conclusions about me helped me to find my true self, or at least have a better understanding. I found I'd never really changed at all, just became stronger. He missed out, sucks for him.

Other people in my life will be mentioned as they appear.

One small step

So thats' me. Yes I am a real live sorority girl. I'm not here to spill secrets or gossip. This is mostly a product of boredom paired with a need to get some things out in the open. I guess a lot of girls would want to be in my shoes, I'm in the number one sorority in the nation, and I'm on the rush council to boot. However, I'm not a slut, I don't sleep around, smoke (tobacco or otherwise) but I've been known to destroy my liver on occasions. I'm a freshman with a boyfriend back home. So here's to oxymorons and trying to survive life with girls I dont know