editor’s note: i wrote this about a year ago. i found it in the archives of my computer’s hard drive, so i figured i’d share it with you all. it’s actually getting a little cold here in boston, so i feel like this is a good time for the re-up. let’s get it. enjoy.

man oh man…it’s getting cold out there, people. i can’t really speak for other schools, but i feel like when it gets cold in boston, i tend to see more couples linking up, more relationships blossom. my guess? daylights savings + frigid weather = crucial cuddling time (CCT). well, it’s a little more complex than that. let me break it down.

sure, doubt me if you want. but haven’t you noticed? that guy who lives in the room next door is no longer midnight creeping to (insert homegirl of the day here)’s room. instead, he’s posted up with his main squeeze, watching a movie in the lounge or something. your buddy doesn’t tell you about the wild weekend he had, because the weekend wasn’t wild. he was probably watching 10 things i hate about you with his wifey. it’s basically a fact…everybody out there, around this time of the year, is looking to get bunned up. didn’t you notice shorty who you’ve been eyeing in the cafeteria everyday FINALLY coming up and saying what’s up at the halloween party in a few weeks? or ladies, how about the extra flirtatious dude working at the school store? maybe it’s just me, but i feel the desperation in the air. now, the thing about this whole dilemma is, nobody is excluded; youngsters, adults, nerds, jocks, divas, cool kid. it doesn’t even mattter. you just want somebody to care about, right? don’t be ashamed, it is what it is.

i know some people who read this entry are like, “easier said than done, man.” and you are exactly right. it’s all about reciprocity. you can pour your heart out to somebody, but it means nothing unless they show you love back. trust me on that. there are no guaranteed methods to winning the boy or girl of your dreams. there’s only hope. me personally? i’m a dreamer. i don’t care if the odds are favorable that i will get carried (carried = played. rocked. chopped and screwed, as t-pain would say in that new song. yeah, this is an update to the year-old entry, so what?), because that slim chance is good enough for me.

i know i’m rambling, so i’ll just get to the point: everybody gets bit by the like/love/lust bug, and there’s nothing you can really do about it. the bug’s been tryna get me, but i won’t speak on whether or not he’s actually chomped on me (all hetero) just yet. instead, i’ll let lupe fiasco speak for those out there who have that special person that they’ve had their eye on for a minute.

anyway, watch the video, you’ll like it. oh, and shout out to all the dreamers out there…i see you. preach, mr. fiasco. preach. (sidenote: the real video i was tryna show you is triller. this is the same song but a different video. this guy who made this was a dork. the other joint was vicious. but this’ll do. if i find the other joint, i’ll post it. – modi, 1.30.2010.) feedback is appreciated on this post. enjoy.