Apologies for the lack of blog entries! People keep inquiring if I’ve run out of material now that I’ve given up sex for Lent. Not quite. Life is just as interesting as it’s ever been, even sans intercourse. Just check out my CollegeHumor columns on masturbation and newfound celibacy.

This is the most stressful month of my time at Harvard yet. After finishing two 85 Broads events in two weeks’ time, I am in the final days of producing Medium, an arts event for the Women’s Leadership Network. Also, I have five papers to write this month. Lent or not, I’m fucked.

Not that this has stopped me from partying or running around with Adia. After Tuesday night tech rehearsal next week, I’m hitting up the Kong for the St. Patrick’s Day kickoff. I could have my thesis due; it’d be no deterrent from nightly festivities. Thanks to my schedule, I’ve been functioning on a caffeine high that will hopefully carry me past March 16 (the night of my show). If I look like a coked-up insomniac while giving my producer’s speech, you’ll know why. In fact, please buy tickets to Medium just so you can witness my personal shitshow. (Totally kidding, please don’t fire me.)

Time for a shameless plug! Kids, get your tickets at the Harvard Box Office now. For just $7, you can enjoy fantastic food, gallery art, a performance showcase, and me in a very small black number. Stripping during intermission. Tips welcome.

The Women’s Leadership Network proudly presents…

Shopping week is finally done — I am registered, sectioned, and ready to go!

* Currently have a love-hate relationship with the weather. Adore the sunniness, could do without the windiness. Snow’s coming in for Valentine’s … definitely need a cuddle buddy. Regardless, I’m so glad I get to pass by this beautiful river view every morning.

* If you haven’t already, support Harvard Computer Society’s Valentine’s Day effort to bring some love to campus! Fill out your Datamatch forms and get a list of your most compatible Harvardian matches.

* I wrote my debut column for CollegeHumor last week, generating 130+ critical comments. This week, check out a commentary on getting ass at any cost on Valentine’s Day. I suggest something absurd like preying on insecure girls for sex; people totally take me seriously. If only this happened in tutorial.

* At Saturday night’s date auction, Terra bought me and I bought (half of) her pal. Adia and I are headed to Broadway sometime this spring on a $110 joint date with a hunky Harvard theater veteran.

* The Harvard Independent did a Valentine’s Day interview with me and I had a fun photo shoot with my favorite man — John Harvard. And by fun, I mean I was told to channel “tortured artist.” Here I am looking … morose.
* Tried yoga for the first time at Karma Yoga Studio with the Asian American Women’s Association. Brought Terra along for figurative support but could have used some literal assistance. I was way off-balance most of the time and I woke up today with new sore spots.

* My final course list this semester includes Sociology 156: Quantitative Methods in Sociology; Sociology 97: Tutorial in Sociological Theory; Sociology 67: Visualizing Social Problems In Documentary Film and Photography; and Foreign Cultures 67: Popular Culture in Modern China.

I’m taking a trip to New York for President’s Day weekend. I’m arriving this Thursday night and staying until Monday afternoon. Absolutely no plans or accommodations at the moment, but I guess we’ll see what I can pull off last-minute.

* Enjoying my last couple days in Philadelphia, where I’m staying with le sexy Jessica Gold Haralson (see right) and hanging with all the cool kids at Penn. Hot student journalist Eric Obenzinger told me that ever since I linked to his Facebook profile, the page has skyrocketed in Google searches. Ladies, friend him.

* Just got nominated for the 2007 Bloggies as a finalist for Best Teen Weblog. Show your love by submitting a vote! And if you haven’t voted for the Sex Blog Awards yet, click on the graphic on my sidebar. Both end Thursday!

* Suffering through a severe case of writer’s block. Been trying to finish two freelance assignments for the past month and have gotten nowhere. My first CollegeHumor piece (still to-be-written) debuts in a week. I’m also toying with the idea of submitting for “In Their Own Words”, a production put on by Harvard’s Women’s Center. Waiting for a creative breakthrough, perhaps in the form of …

* An intercession fling in Philly! Sam, who I met this weekend, is unconventional but a sweetheart … exactly what I need to cure mid-winter monotomy. Thanks to Jess and him, I’ll carry fond memories of Penn: great dessert with the former (love the bitter chocolate gelato at Capogiro) and fantastic sex with the latter (love, well …) I’ll write the full chronicle of my New York/Philadelphia adventures when I return to Boston.

* In addition to shopping classes, next week will be devoted to getting my ass in line. Pending are uncompleted work-study forms, multiple internship deadlines, and a yet-to-be-scheduled pre-screening for group therapy.

* FemSex information sessions kick off this week. I’m so there!

* I hear it’s twenty below freezing back on campus. Better warm up soon, if not for my arrival, then for the arrival of my favorite man I love to hate. Summer Guy may be paying a visit to Boston, Massachusetts in the next month or so. Details tk.

* And in lieu of a male conquest, here’s a snapshot of five-month-old baby, Dash — the first male face to appear on the blog! He accompanied his father, Ryan, to our (platonic) coffee date last Saturday in Union Square. I peg him as a future heartbreaker.

Between the Sociology 25 exam tomorrow morning and my final presentation for a seminar Monday afternoon, I’m blatantly disregarding my need to study and research to head off to New York in search of sexy Manhattanites instead.

Wednesday — Upon my evening arrival, I’m attending an erotic reading series hosted by Village Voice sex columnist Rachel Kramer Bussel.

Thursday — An afternoon visit to AM New York’s “The Dating Life” columnist Julia Allison who is interviewing me for CO-ED Magazine.

Friday — Lunch date/gangbang in TriBeCa with the boys of CollegeHumor, for whom I’m selling my soul via a sex column that debuts next month. Perhaps a jaunt to the East Village to say hi to Ryan Iverson (Yale ‘02) who I stayed with over Thanksgiving.

Saturday — Late afternoon joe (the drink, not the man) with Viviane, sex blog mistress and tea party hostess.

Sunday — Back in Boston in time for brunch so I can work on my Monday presentation. Yikes!

In between and late at night, I’m whipping out my little black book of booty calls in the city. Kidding. Maybe. Hey, maybe if I sleep around enough, I won’t even have to look for accommodations! Kidding. Maybe.

Okay, really now. I don’t actually know where the hell I’m sleeping Wednesday. Friday and Saturday I’ll be living in Columbia sex columnist Miriam Datskovsky’s dorm room. Other accommodations yet to be acquired/confirmed, though I should probably get on that considering I’m leaving in 24 hours. Thus, my frantic Facebook status: “Lena is baking cookies for the first NYC gal to offer her a place to stay tomorrow night.” Emphasis on gal. Sex is really not on my immediate agenda.

When I come back on Monday, I’m doing my presentation (ends at 2 pm) and pretty much leaving right after for Philadelphia (getting on the T at 5:30 pm). It’ll be the shortest plane flight ever, unlike the 6.5-hour trips home to Los Angeles, and my longest mid-year trip at eight days. I am staying with the oh-so-sweet Jess Gold, founder of UPenn’s literary erotica magazine, Quake, and hanging with Eric Obenzinger, the cutest student journalist I’ve yet to screw.

I’ll blog in between I’m sure, but it’s adieu to Harvard and all my Boston boys until February 1st. Work hard and play safe without me, kids.