If Only My Hair Was As Pretty

It turns out that some fellow MPSers (namely Oscar and Mike Peterson) read my blog occasionally. Oscar's reaction was wanting to know who "Mr. Secret", mentioned in the last post, was. Ironically, MPS writers are the exact people I was trying to keep this secret from. Mike's reaction to my blog was "I would never write the stuff about my life that you write about yours." So Mike pretty much thinks I'm a blog slut, because I put it all out there. Mike's blog would look something like this:
Hey kids! I like liberal politics. I really like las cosas espanolas. My hair is SO PRETTY today! Watch the Mike Peterson Show!
Ok, Mike's blog would probably be a lot deeper than that and a lot less shallow than mine, but that is a semi-accurate summary.
Anyway, so Oscar kept bugging me about "Mr. Secret" (or Mr. E...get it? Mystery? no? ok) but I refused to tell. Then Mike saw Mr. Secret and I in the dining hall together on Valentine's day. Shoot. I tried walking past Mike, but Mr. Secret stopped to chat. Boys are dumb. Its not that I care that people know, its just that I knew what would happen when they found out and I was right. Mike made fun of me. A lot. I would make fun of me, too, if I were him. But I'm not him. My hair isn't that awesome. Mike told Oscar and they both laughed and laughed and laughed. Its not like anything real is going on anyway. He's anti-commitment and I'm dating the Mike Peterson Show (and as Oscar pointed out, I'm anti-commitment, too, but that's only because I'm busy). So the jigg's up, the cat's out of the bag, etc. Moving on...
The Legends show was amazing, though the week leading up to it was hell. I had tonsillitis, 2 exams, a video production project, and countless hours of editing. But when I saw the final show and everything came together, it was amazing. Thanks to all who came to the show! To those who didn't, we're probably not speaking anymore. Just kidding. Kind of.
The Bengal Bouts started yesterday and I was on sweaty boy/gear duty. The bouts are always cool to watch, but they make me jealous because girls boxing gets only a small fraction of the turnout and not even close to the amount of hype. Oh well, I won't even be here for boxing next year.
Why won't I be here, you might ask? Because in the fall semester....
I'M GOING TO ROME!!!!!!!!!!!!
YAY!!!!!!!!!!!
I cannot wait! I'm so incredibly excited! WOOT!

I'll end on that happy note.