anti-boy diatribe

hallo! wie geht's? mir geht's gut, in case you were wondering.

i totally just wrote an anti-boy diatribe but no one cares to read those, not even me, so i erased it. besides, i kind of like boys sometimes, when they're not being smelly and ugly.

:)

i especially love my boys that are friends and friends only, because they're so much cooler than regular boys that are either not friends at all or that have crushes on me/i have crushes on. my guy friends are downright special, and i don't mean special ed, ya know? like, pants totally consoled me on friday night when i was feeling blue, and so did steve. grand tally of good guy friends that i can whine to on a regular basis is 2 but these are the 2 best guys ever, and who needs to count their friends anyway? not me.

hey hey i love this song "milkshake"! have you heard it? jeeb, it's good! and it makes me sing along all rappery. i'm white, it's pretty funny.

i'm kind of nervous.

i have a reading tomorrow night at the ragazzi room with my ava chin workshop and i am not sure what to read. i'm supposed to read a memoir piece about 5 minutes long and i'm really scared. first of all, because it's memoir so it's always scary to tell people true things face-to-face. second of all, i suck at performing, seriously (except dancing, i would make a dope belly dancer,wink wink, hint hint). third of all, steve and karen and maybe even katie hall are coming, and my roommate is going to be there, and these people are all really smart and really cool. and i don't want to do badly because i will feel bad that they came out to the ragazzi just to see me be an idiot. anyway, anxiety abounds!

and dude, i just wanted to brag that sarah brown left comments on my blog. this chick is the best, you should totally consider making her your band's writer laureate or something, she could tour with us. do bands have those? you could start it up, maybe.

i am suffering from writer's block which would maybe more aptly be called writer's constipation because there is a lot to say but it just...won't come out. ew, i know, sorry.

anyway, i'm going to listen to the zephyr song and can't stop and i am going to throw my laundry in the dryer and i am going to do my homework very carefully, and then maybe you will love me even more.

impossible, i know you already adooore me!

mahaha,