I have all but disappeared. I lurk still and have forgotten none.

I anticipate this to be a slightly negative journal entry, so those of you with weak stomachs can stop here.

An update:

Mr. Wonderful was apparently a figment of my imagination. Sure, David Addams, the boyfriend, existed but not as "Mr. Wonderful". What seems to be too good to be true, -is- too good to be true. He cried out for attention with an "It's over" text message, and I said, "Perfect." This led to more yelling on his part during which he accused me of infidelity--which is not beyond me, but not this soon--and I gave him the axe. He called back to apologize, and I bid him farewell. A later revelation: he was dating a high school girl (who is under 16), and they are now madly in love. Cute story, huh?

I currently have one major romantic interest. He is average-looking, but such a wonderful person that I am absolutely amazed every moment I'm around him. He doesn't know this, of course, but tonight something of interest transpired. We were walking in Colonial Williamsburg tonight after class, drinking coffee, rewriting the Constitution in our heads, and we saw a shooting star. I made a wish. He made a wish. Later, while sitting on ye olde front porch steps of CW, he asked me what I had wished for. My answer was really boring, I suppose. I wished to know what fulfillment was (so that when I complain about not being it, at least I'd know what I was missing). He balked at reciprocation, so I moved on. Then he started talking about limerance (did I butcher the spelling? Soc. Psych. majors?) and how he felt selfish blah blah blah. So, I got him talking, and he tells me he is interested in me. I've forewarned him about how I may -seem- like a good idea, but in reality, I am not. He is comfortable to me, and sooo so so intelligent. Perhaps this is my time to get over my vanity. Yesterday, we went to Richmond to pick up my hookah from Muhammed. We walked about eighty billion miles in the city over that weird bridge to the island. The James in Richmond has rapids because of how much rain we've gotten in the last few days. He tight-rope walked to an area that was tres cool...a little natural pond that is formed inside a huge slab of rock...like a mini-Grand Canyon. We saw watersnakes, a chipmunk, ducks, and a dog-sized rat. A spider attacked me, and I screamed. We took photos:

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This one turned out funny.

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I am doing okay, and perhaps later I shall write more. All exes have received the axe. Be proud of me. (I expected this to be sadder. Hmm.)