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I’m not sure why I hate the saying “[insert triumphant statement about lame accomplishment here], bitches!” so much, but I really do.

Maybe it’s because no matter who is saying it, I just picture a huge asshole with a shaved chest spouting it with a giant grin after winning at something stupid like guitar hero.

It is now officially May, the month when I graduate and My Life is supposed to start. Only I’m thinking these days that It might be a bit delayed, and I can’t say I’m too upset about that, except for the fact that this makes me certifiably imperfect in the practical part of my life, the only part I’ve ever been even marginally good at.

Sami and I reflected yesterday on the obvious but annoying fact that we have not had boyfriends in all four years of college. Or ever. Everyone always told me that boys get better in college, but they only get more obnoxious and slightly more body hair.

Sometimes I think that I have only fleeting moments of desire to write a blog in order to be “creative” (rather than frequent, intense pangs of self-indulgent impulse) because I have Sami, who serves as a spring board for all ideas, thoughts, reflections, complaints, jokes, and absurd dances. This is extremely helpful (especially since my previous blogs have never fully appreciated my dance moves), but it is also limiting, because we generally agree on most things, and no one needs to hear their ideas reflected back to them with such startling reassurance, as this only makes us more convinced that we are right about almost everything, when in fact this is probably very rarely the case.