these days

I swear, one of these days I'm gonna get cool. But don't hold your breath, 'cuz I can't promise when.

In anycase, as one can see, I am being a capitalist today. (This is amusing because of the obvious coupled with the fact that I was out with Mom all day doing Christmas shopping. Damn I'm clever.)

And so now I suppose I'm thinking about Thanksgiving and getting to see Ashley and all that stuff. AND KATE! AND DAN DAN! Which is so super exciting I could pee. But I won't. Not here anyway. I might later, on the john. So Ashley. I'm really excited about the new sweater I'm getting for Christmas but I totally forgot about. :D YAY! It's pretty. And super cute. A little emo, a little not. I'm sorta sleepy right now, though I REALLY want to go see Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Mom pointed out that it would be wise to get tickets for early tomorrow morning, as it will be Sunday, and the whole church thing and whatnot. I'm not shy about saying how excited I am to see it 'cuz Sarah's the nerd who went to Borders at midnight when the Half-Blood Prince was released. While dressed up as Hermoine. I have nothing to say to that but...yes dear.

Now I do have to pee. And I'm really sleepy; I wish I had taken a nap during the day. I know I should mention something about George Brenson and the travesty that is "Gimme the Night" but I'm a little too heartbroken on that subject.

On the bright side however, I just spent quite a long time researching Peeps. Ya know, the weird little suckers with the marshmallowyness and the crystalized colorful sugar outside. Those things. Charming indeed, but really not for eating in my opinion. They are best used for doing plays, or imitating movies, or making up stories, or just theater in general. I believe it's because they are so versitile. And yet there is no end to our fascination with seeing their loneliness, love, heartbreak, and ultimately, gruesome and yet appropriate death. (Now a word from our sponsor...the john.) And we're back. For something completely different:

I wish I was one of those people who could a) keep on one topic for more than three seconds and b) seem interesting about it. I mean, you get those people who can go on rants for hours, and it's the most fascinating thing ever because they're just so damn cool about it. One day, I aspire to be the same. In the meantime, I got my ACT scores back today, and I find it strange how one's self-esteem changes with a test that doesn't matter AT ALL. I mean, the test is foolish. For one, I don't need it for college (*knock on wood and other luck stuff*) and furthermore, WHO CARES!? It's just a test, and yet it can change my mood. I felt all good about myself because I was in the 99th percentile for social studies and sciences. Go figure. Also did really well in English. Again, go figure. 30/36. That counts for something, right? Considering average is 24, I don't think a 30 is too shabby at all. Whoo for that.

And whoo for cold pizza that has been left in the car while one was watching a play and as a result can be smacked against the dashboard and not flinch. (Not that pizza habitually flinches, but if it did, it would have.) Whoo again for showtunes! In general! For their happiness! Especially Rent and Hairspray, the two shows of the hour.