apparently ivy league boys and drug dealers like me.

I have been hit on more times than I can count this weekend and have been called pretty by two strangers in the past two days. I was also two random guys "good luck charm" for beer pong.

but they sucked and having me around did not change that fact. it might have helped if they had just let me throw the goddamn ball. they had one cup left and missed it about 8 times. I was sober and totally could have made it. I eventually left because they were disappointing me and I was in a shittastic mood.

on my way to the door, some really cute guy with a face covered in orange paint that glowed under blacklights talked to me and tried to convince me not to leave the party. he said I was "very pretty." I said his face was very orange. I was very flattered by his compliments but wanted to leave. so I did.
I probably should have stayed.

also, on the train home today some black man who was dressed quite "thug" and went by the name "big" and had two cellphones decided to sit next to me. he asked my for my name, if I had a boyfriend and if he could "call me sometime." I told him I don't give my number out. the whole two cellphones thing makes me think he was involved in some sort of criminal activity such as drug dealing. he was quite nice and polite, though. before he left he said that I was "really pretty."

I suppose this sounds a lot like bragging, but you have to understand, THIS DOES NOT HAPPEN TO ME. EVER. 

boys do NOT show interest in me. especially not smart and/or interesting. and NO ONE (other than my mother) tells me I'm pretty.

is this a normal thing for actually-pretty girls? because it felt pretty goddamn strange to me.
kind of pleasant, though.

apparently I need to visit upenn more often.

I also need to write more. perhaps I will tonight.