Thursday, October 11, 2007

Magdalena's Journal

Simday 9 (Age 30)

Very big news: I may have fallen in love. It may have happened at Charlie's party the other day. I may have invited Adam Bridgeport over the next night. We may have fallen in love.





Simday 7 (Age 28)

Strange. I had coffee with Adam Bridgeport today, and it was... nice. I know it's been years, and I'm still not totally sure I'm ready to get back in the game, but I know that we're all getting older and I really do want to raise a family someday. That's all I want, and I know that seems paradoxical to my man-hating ways. Anyway, Adam told me about his dog, Duke, and he generally seems like a really responsible guy (Adam, not Duke) and like he would be a good caretaker. I know for sure he's not a player. I'm just saying.


Simday 6 (Age 27)

Poor, poor Clarisse! Her meathead boyfriend Tom cheated on her—and, from what I've heard, it wasn't the first time. I've never liked him, but this is no time for "I told you so"s. Right now, Clarisse needs her best gal pals... and a comforting, home-cooked meal.



Simday 3 (Age 24)

Oops. I tried throwing a dinner party and burned the food. More wounded, however, is my pride—I always pictured myself being the perfect hostess, and filling my house with delicious smells and delightful people. Maybe someday.




Simday 1 (Age 22)

Finally, a real restaurant in town. Tonight I invited the ladies out for a formal dinner at The Grill. It was divine!






Senior year, second semester

Okay, I know I've cultivated somewhat of a reputation as a man-hater, but I don't think it's unreasonable to ask people to take their PDA elsewhere, is it?





Senior year, first semester

Read 'em and weep, boys. Heh heh heh!








Junior year, second semester

There's nothing like sitting on the futon all day with your girlfriends watching cooking shows. I can't think of a better way to spend a rainy afternoon!





Junior year, first semester

Today I had lunch with Erica to thank her for all her hard work in throwing all these mixers for us. All of us really do owe a huge part of our social lives to her. For me personally, without these gatherings, I would probably never have gotten around to meeting our guys, and they all seem quite nice so far.

I also thought I would take the opportunity to try to explain to Erica that I think her wardrobe choices kind of give put people off. I mean, I know she's a classy lady, but, you know, it's the afternoon and you don't want give people the wrong idea!


Sophomore year, second semester

The strangest thing happened today. A streaker ran through our dorm, and I happened to be the very first person he passed, since I was on my way out the door to class. Given my pattern of thoughts since coming to school, I would have expected to be extremely disturbed, but instead I felt a strange sense of calm. I felt like this man was the very embodiment of all I had come to fear and loathe, and I faced him head-on, and then he... waved at me. Perhaps this will all be good for me, after all.


Sophomore year, first semester

Today Erica threw a mixer for all the guys and girls. I know she did it to be nice, and there are a lot of people around here who I know have been really impatient to start meeting members of the opposite sex, but I don't think I'm ready yet. So I spent most of the time outside on the balcony by myself, where it was peaceful, quiet and safe.



Freshman year, second semester

One good way to take your mind off anything that might be bothering you is to work out. Especially when it comes to man trouble, there's nothing better for getting over it (and sometimes getting even!) than getting yourself a hot bod.

Let's be realistic, though—it's hard work! Although the results, I believe, are definitely worth it!


Freshman year, first semester

It's so nice just to be around women again. No man drama. Instead of spending my nights crying on a date with Mr. Wrong, I hang out in the dorm with the girls, playing darts and hanging out. It's so nice!

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