...I stare at L. from across the room when he doesn't know I'm watching, and can't believe he's mine.
...I even pretend, when we're browsing through different aisles of a book store or at different ends of a party, that we haven't met yet, and try to think of what I would say if I just walked up to him and "introduced myself."
...I don't want to get dressed up and go out on a Friday or Saturday night.
...That's right, I'd rather stay in and read Portrait of a Lady for ENGL 447.
...I fill up countless virtual shopping bags, carts, and baskets online but leave the items in them, hoping the store will send me a coupon. Then I'll actually buy them.
...I don't do my makeup at home before I go out, and then I stop at the nearest Sephora and do it there, using super expensive products, for free.
...I look in the mirror and really, really like what I see. I'm so grateful to be a pretty, curvy, freckled, size 6 brunette with big brown eyes and a small nose.
[...But other times, I look in the mirror and all I want in the world is to be a tall, leggy, size 2 blonde with a small waist and even smaller pores.]
...I feel flattered, even validated, when other guys hit on me at the bar. I shouldn't need it, but I do.
...I want to receive my BA in English with Honors, smile that I did it, and then do something that doesn't even require it, like open my own cupcakery or dog adoption center.
...I'm terrified that I'll hate L.A. Or that L. and I will move there together next summer, break up, and I'll promptly be left alone and unable to make any friends.
...I write "to-do" lists but include things I've already done on them, just to get the satisfaction of crossing them off.
...Going to the gym is my favorite part of the day. I need to be alone and know I'm doing something good, just for me.
...I wonder if I would have been happier at a different college, perhaps one in the city, not in the absolute middle of nowhere.
[...But other times, I wonder with a strike of horror and panic how different my life would have been if I hadn't gone to Williams, and met L., C., countless other friends, and discovered my true academic passions in life.]
...I wish my parents had gone to college so they would have a better understanding of how hard it is for me.
...I get simultaneously terrified and quietly awe-stricken that L. might be "it" for me.
...All I want, in the entire world, is just to eat a carb. Any white, processed, sugary carb.
[...and sometimes, I do.]
...I stop and think, when I'm upset with another flaky friend, if I'm placing the blame in the wrong place, and if I'm really the one who let the friendship fall off.
...I love nothing more than to be one of the boys. A perfect day sometimes consists only of a football game and eating copious amounts of meat, all topped off with a few hours of obscenity-ridden, competitive video game playing.
...I love nothing more than to be the girliest of girly. A perfect day sometimes consists only of getting a pedicure and eating nothing but salad, all topped off with a few hours of oh-so-happily watching The Hills.
...I like my blog friends better than my real-life friends.
...I'd rather hang out with my boyfriend than my girlfriends. I'm sorry, girls, if that breaks some sort of unspoken "rule" or "code." But it's true. Because sometimes, he's much easier to relax around than you.
...I'd rather hang out with my girlfriends than my boyfriend. I'm sorry, L., if that breaks some sort of unspoken "rule" or "code." But it's true. Because sometimes, I need to vent/gush/talk about you, and you can't be around for that!
...I really think your show/play/game was boring. But I'll always go, and support you, and be waiting to hug you afterward.
...I'd rather go out with my mum than my friends, because she's drama-free and sometimes even pays for my dinner/pedicure/clothes.
...There's nothing better than getting out of the shower, swaddling myself in towels, and getting into bed and doing absolutely nothing.
...I'd rather blog than write a paper. And I do.
...but only sometimes.
What are your "sometimes" like? Are they guilty? Indulgent? Too shocking to put in print?
[But seriously. Spill!]
[But seriously. Spill!]