...in which Ashley mourns the dork who got away.
I feel your pain Ashley. Most of my serious regrets are about the people I was actually sort of mean to, for reasons that were, in retrospect, pretty stupid.
The only other thing that springs to mind was my ill-fated decision to forego filmmaking in college and become an art major. The former is still a viable and potentially profitable franchise. The latter is the royal road to some job ghetto for over-educated bums. Becoming an eternally broke adjunct faculty professor is actually a preferred crash-landing spot, even though the janitor gets more respect, to say nothing of his stellar retirement and benefits package.
I could have been shooting the next "Star Wars" and living in my south Italian villa with 3 starlets instead of making 19 year old design majors into narcoleptics. JDA