seriously this whole mess feels like a junior high dance. where all of the pretty girls already have dates, and i'm the chubby one, still hanging onto some thread of hope that one of the pairings will break up and the boy will ask me at the last minute.
hah, yeah, traumatic childhood
and bonkers, i really don't care about this mess at this point-- in truth, i probably can't pull out of my study abroad thing anymore, and would have trouble getting a flight... so it's rather a moot point.