i'm not ready for this sort of thing

Hokay, so I am still suffering from the aftershocks of a complete DILF overload from last weekend's race. I basically spent a weekend camping in the company of an endless stream of men, ages 30 and above. I have been trying to get away from that older man fetish, so I guess this wan't the best medicine, but it certainly was fun to be around a bunch of well-seasoned, rugged dirtbike riding men who can hold decent conversations. Great.

Also, this week is the busiest I have had in a while. I'm throwing softball into the mix, and I'm trying to get to chorus practice whenever I can after school for our upcoming performance (and I also don't mind seeing my sexy director once in a while, now that I'm switched out of all my music classes), and I really do believe the teachers are trying to kill the seniors by filling up our afternoons with more and more busy homework. Egh. But I'm having a good time, despite it all. I think I have an overly active imagination, seeing as my daydreams involving alternate universes are taking up just as much time as my thoughts about the real world. Yep. Awesome.

Sometimes, it really sucks being best friends with four of the most beautiful girls in school.

Sometimes I hate myself so much, I can't stand it.

I don't care how fucking lame it sounds, because its the truth.

FUCK

The above statement is not a declaration that requires evidence so much as it is the evidence for why I think and feel the way I do so much of the time. So now I am thinking about the pastor in very unorthodox ways, and I think he is jedi-like in his ability to read my mind. Sometimes I panic when I sit near him without intentionally doing so, because I think he will think I am sitting there on purpose. What's worse is I see him out and about sometimes, and I always get the feeling that he thinks I'm insane...which I am, but that's not the point. Also, my nature makes me check for the person entering through any closing door, so when he shows up, I look like I've been waiting for him or something...and it doesn't help that I always look at him from the corner of my eye.

I think I am insane. I need to get my brain rewired to become attracted to guys my own age who are available. Yes, good plan.

Hilary Clinton sucks.

Wait, Dave Matthews is going to be playing a patient on House in March? Hahahahahahhahahah!!!!
Okay, I love Dave Matthews Band. They're in my top 5, no problem. But did anyone see Because of Winn-Dixie? LOL!
Maybe I'm just weirdly amused because I haven't made fun of anything in over an hour, but for some reason, the idea of Dave Matthews acting alongside Hugh Laurie gives me the gigggles.

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Giggles have subsided. Am now actually quite excited to see two sexy men in one sitting. Have decided it is not Dave's fault for being a musician (albeit a fantastic one) acting alongside one of the best actors on television.

No House for another three weeks? Pfffft!

Mahahahaha, I am a dvd-burning machine!
I love this new laptop :)

I finally saw Casino Royale yesterday. I don't know what all the bitching over Daniel Craig's "non-Bondness" was all about; I thought he was fantastic. I thought he had that dashingness that Connery, Brosnan, and Co. have all managed to bring, plus the look and feel and attitude of someone who could actually be a secret agent.

I saw the Pastor today, and I was completely disgusted with myself as I shot him covert looks. He's not handsome, or even all that funny, and yet I still crave his attentions. Not that he isn't an uncommonly nice man.

I watched Pride and Prejudice straight through today, just because I have those five or six hours free to sit on my ass. I can't stand Mr. Collins though, so I usually bypassed his scenes!