I've decided that the nickname for the guy I hooked up with last weekend is going to be "Boca".

Well, Boca is sort of still in the picture. After he left on Saturday, my friends knew I was mad at them for the shit they decided to do outside of my room, so we took care of that. The word of us hooking up spread really fast, and I discovered some of my behavior that night that I had forgot, which I will not talk about here. But Boca and I texted throughout that day, just checking to see how eachother felt after being so drunk and whatever.

I was in a really weird mood that whole day. For some reason, I really liked what had happened. My housemate had asked me if I liked Boca, and I said "not really", because seriously, what would come from this? He and I could probably date, but with winter break starting next week, there's no way we would be faithful to eachother. But for some reason, I still felt some sort of attachment to him.

I thought things would be awkward between us, but we had a choir rehearsal Saturday night, and we talked normaly, which was nice. But we didn't talk after that, and I had started to think that I had really screwed up. So last night while I was working on one of my papers, I decided to text him to see how he was doing, and we ended up texting for the remainder of the night. He asked if he could come over sometime to see the pictures he and I had taken that I didn't put up on Facebook (nothing naughty, just not something to put on facebook haha), and I told him he could. I don't know if I should read into it or not. No, I know I shouldn't read into it.

But whatever. I guess I just need to accept that I'm in this time in my life where I'm going to make a HUGE amount of stupid decisions. Fuck, I'm only 19, I'm allowed to be like this.