media

i cant believe all those media morons are reading people's blogs on the air. i really think they are floundering for material, i mean come on folks. we already know you have good hair...let it drop.

rant for the day over.

im really excited about going to dessert with weber and kittle, and hopefully mileva. mileva has mondo work to do on a paper rewrite, so im not sure she can come. probably not.

im also quite excited about maybe being able to go to the HFStival this weekend. my brother knows someone who is playing, so denise and i might get tickets out of him. he told me not to get my hopes up too high, but we crossed that bridge a long time ago.

Once again we find our tragic heroine without a lover. things look bleak this time, as there are no prospects and little enthusiasm. she is tired of searching, and lays her her head down to rest a moment. Suddenly in a flurry of hoofbeats he comes. tall and beautiful, riding a white stallion. he gets off, looks deeply into her eyes and says, "Do you know where Heather lives?"

Last night i saw the baseball player. he was doing laundry, and i was helping becca and john do thier laundry. we were in the same room. at the same time, at one point we were even within 6 feet of eachother. it was incredibly cool. or rather, it would have been, except we didnt say a word to each other and i think im over him. i read his myspace, and he doesnt really sound like the guy for me. hes still incredibly cute though.

thats really all i had to say for now, if anyone wants to comment, please do! nobody comments on my friggen blog, and it annoys the crap out of me. sorry if this edition is a little rambly, i just woke up from a nap.