flowers are the cure-all.

i received a big bouquet of tulips today. don't worry, no boy likes me enough to send me anything that exciting... they're from sarah. what superb effort put in by my best friend at northwestern.

[the only problem with a large bouquet of flowers sent to my dorm room is the fact that i haven't had a vase handy since last year, when it was neccessary occasionally. this was a very problematic situation. since i know only a few girls in this building and the rest are all boys, it was problem-solving time.

hooray for having an empty half-gallon milk jug laying on top of the garbage.

after cleaning it out in the bathroom, cutting off the top in a very stylish manner, tying the bottom of the bouquet with a rubber band, they were set on my desk. it looked fairly humorous, but what can you do.

luckily, down the hall came amanda as i was going out. double hooray for her letting me borrow a vase big enough; she is officially my hero.]

now, the real question for the masses is why would i get flowers today, of all days?

well, apparently they are considered "forgive me" flowers. when someone tells you something in confidence, and you then proceed to tell this confidential fact to not one but two people while intoxicated... you feel bad about it [rightfully so, i might add.].

leland p. fitzgerald taught me that getting angry doesn't make what happened unhappen, so why bother. as true as it is, it's hard to do. if you tell someone something that you made very clear is something not to tell specific people, then they tell a person you put on the specific "do not tell" list, it's a little upsetting.

okay, it's infuriating.

apparently flowers make up for it.

that should be a question. how can flowers make up for something that happened? apology flowers from anyone don't make what happened, what someone did that hurt you, or screwed you, or whatever, unhappen. since i can't really say i care anymore about pretty much anything, the flowers were just a nice touch.