The Ex File

So, as many of you may recall, I was dating Dustin over the summer of 2007. Needless to say, our relationship hit a rough patch shortly after my arrival here in Ithaca. I thought I had, initially and naively, made the right "pick" (my apologies for the use of farming vernacular, but I find it appropriate to think that a piece of ripe, crisply juicy fruit is the equivalent to a decent, male companion). As always, this long-distance shindig turned out to be far worse than imagined in my funnel vision.

I never openly admitted to this, but Dustin and I were still informally dating (and semi-canoodling) during winter break--despite our breakup, which happened just two months before. What you guys may not be cognizant of is the fact that immediately after the breakup that I had personally proposed, our relationship exhibited all shades of gray. While neither of us (yes, myself included) were too thrill in the aftermath of the breakup, Dustin went on an emotional rampage. He had decided, as a way to mend his broken heart, by disassociating himself with me and removing me from his social circle. Um, how childish can someone who is 5 years my senior be? Apparently, very easily. It hit me, at that very moment, that I was, perhaps, a little too mature and too much for him to handle. Though I was disheartened, I believe that I dealt with the situation in a very amicable and tactful way. Another epiphany came right up my alley a few weeks after that: "Maybe, we're just not meant to be." And that's precisely the impetus I needed to move onward and forward with my life.

Just recently, Dustin took some time out of his busy schedule as a graduate student to tell me that he started dating someone new. I was like: "That's great! Congratulations!" At first, my reaction was a grateful one--grateful that someone else had come along to sweep the mess I had created. That didn't last too long. The next day, I felt all the pangs of loneliness and stings of revenge served on a delightfully frigid platter in very, heavily-portioned servings. Once again, Dustin had reinforced the extent of childish behavior he could achieve. What kind of insensitive bastard would openly declare to a person he had just broken up with that he has started dating someone new? Does a grace period not exist? Am I the only odd one out when it comes to that sorta mentality? I still question his sincerity and friendship, even now that the melodrama have significantly died down.

I am really starting to reconsider this whole "gay" thing; after all, it's just a phase right? :P

**On a more positive and wholly unrelated note, I got a 96 on my Gerontology op-ed paper! Loves it.

- T

Ithacation: It's Another Rainy Day in Spring

Weather-wise, things aren't exactly looking up here in Ithaca for me. My gray jeans, which coincidentally mirror the color of the gloomy skies, are drenched near the hems. There's nothing as alarming or shocking as the unpredictable climate here; the nightlife, the people, my so-called Ivy League quality education deserve no grandiloquent praise. It is my hope, of course, that my life here would continue to improve from here on out--it has in certain ways, but not entirely to my satisfaction. If only Ezra Cornell was a bit more savvy and geographically-aware, we'd be located in a more tropical area and given the title as a coastal, aquatic Ivy. The motto 'Ithaca is Gorges' does not hold true, unless you happen to be a tourist here during late Spring and the Summer months.

Also, the other, generally more atrocious half of my double, dorm room reeks as a result of piggish hygiene and revolting, dietary habits. Heed my advice: Please, please have your kids room in a single when the time comes, if possible. The extra money itself, which isn't much, can heavily impact the psychological and physical well-being of your child. I am so thankful, on some many levels, that I will be living off campus, IN MY OWN ROOM, with two of my fraternity brothers next Fall!

See you all three weeks from now :)

- T

A place for our friends; who needs Myspace?

That title is a bit misleading. In all honesty, I do use Myspace, though for the most part only to check out new bands and to keep in touch with people who refuse to use any of the other million forms of communication now available to us. This group blog, for instance, is a way for us to not only share any of our angry, amusing, and often absurd rants with each other but also with a wider audience. However, unlike Myspace, this site is purely devoted to our thoughts and is not cluttered with advertisements for dating or free ringtone websites, links to the profiles of cool new people, or inane bulletins posted by some lovable cretin you knew from high school. Basically, we're creating a place for our friends--for anyone who shares our feelings on the countless things that make the world go around--one that is not a part of a huge international conglomerate that wishes to brainwash its patrons into believing that their entire lives can be fulfilled in one place. Come for the slices of life, stay because those slices taste like they come from familiar recipes.