just another sad love song rackin' my brain this evening...

I typed one college essay. I think it's good, but possibly a bit too long. I don't know. But I think it's definitely something unique and different and all that jazz.

I wrote about journaling. Why I do it, why it means so much to me, and all that. I could go off on a tangent about it, but I'd rather not. I just need someone to proof it for me and I can start cutting down everything and stuff.

And my mom asked me last night if I asked out Jacob yet. ('cause I blabbed and told her about him! I NEVER do that!) I was all, "no." Hee. And on the guy front, Antonio came over yesterday to get some film from me. He is seriously too much. I don't have a crush on him or anything, but he's fun. Love him.

I've got a crush on you...

I just called a local recording studio to find out their rates. It's $45 an hour. 25 minutes are spent singing, and the rest of the time is for the editing and all that jazz.

That's good, right? 'Cause I'd really really like to go record in a studio. Gah.

In random news: I miss Mr. Rogers, my music theory teacher from last year. He was very cool. I was the least musically experienced student in that class, and he helped me so much, and when I admitted I felt I didn't belong in the class, he told me to stay in it, because I "might learn something." I really appreciate that. I wish I could get in contact with him and tell him thanks.

In journalism today, Alyssa suggested that I listen to Avril's CD before I declare that she sucks--because I said the lyrics to "Sk8er Boi" are insipid. Wha? It's TRUE! "He was a boy/she was a girl/can I make it anymore obvious?" Uh. Huh. Maybe I'm getting a complex because I write lyrics of my own, but cripes. Even in my most trite state, I'd NEVER write something like that. Ick. I don't like passing sweeping generalizations, but from what I've heard from Avril, I don't really want to hear any more.

Remember how I slightly blabbed about Drew in French? He's a baby! We were coming out of the language lab and he goes, "Last night I shaved for the first time!" in this giddy voice. It was so CUTE. But he's a kid. He's my brother's age, but he is adorable. And he's a thespian. But he'd never go for me. I have more of a reasonable chance with Jacob--at least I wouldn't seem like some desperate, crazy older chick if I asked him out, versus asking out Drew. (heissuchacutie. Pardon my gushage, but he IS!)

Lovely how talks of cute boys sends me into slight immaturity. I just lose my stuffing talking about guys. Hee.