Smite!

I can easily say that college sucked. First two years much more than last two. Last two years consisted of studying in Sweden, a family tragedy, losing weight, and meeting my (ex) husband. First two years are a blur of tears, cigarettes, heartache, heartbreak, toilet bowls, AIM, and sleepless nights listening to Live and U2. Sometimes I think the only things standing between me and a bottomless pit of depression and despair were my Marlboro Lights and my spunky best friend.

Sometime during sophomore year, said best friend broke up with immature, irresponsible boyfriend and hooked up with immature, irresponsible (but much better looking) Lacrosse player. I'm not sure about the details, I know they they hooked up about twice, both times leaving her feeling about as good as a non-paid hooker. And then he didn't call. And didn't acknowledge her in the dining halls. And didn't answer her phone calls.

One fine, lovely evening, we were walking back to the dorms and passed the field where the Lacrosse team was practicing. My skinny, blonde, oh so cynical roomate squinted her blue lookers at the field and said:
"I wish...I wish I could just...just..." raising her fist in the air "SMITE them! Smite this field! I SMITE you!"

Well, my future ex boyfriends: "I SMITE YOU!"