it's just a little crush, not like I faint every time we touch.

G'Colby, Maverick, and that other guy (I can't remember his name) SUCK.

We were having a nice, civilized food day in French. We made crepes, I brought my Nutella and my mocktail, and it was all good. So then somehow the guys got to talking about Queen, and Freddie Mercury, and things like that. This veered off into a sexuality talk. And G'Colby says something like, "Well, drama people are gay, right?" and he looks at Drew. Some other stuff happened, and eventually it lead to Drew jokingly throwing a banana at G'Colby.

Oh my Lord. You would've thought that Drew threw the Nutella or syrup at him. G'Colby preceeded to freak out and stuff, for no freakin' good reason. Drew tried to explain that it was a joke, but G'Colby wasn't having any of it. Hello, it was a banana! It didn't ruin his stupid jersey, yet he felt compelled to make a production out of it. Ugh. I LOVE people.

Which brings me to the next thing. I really want to tell him I like him. (Drew. Of course.) But I'm absofrigginlutely patheeeeeeetic and can't find a way to do it. I suck. I suckity-suck-suck. (thank you, Jess Darling.)

Thanks to American Idol, I have "Never Gonna Give You Up" in my head on contiuous loop. Love the song, but ARRRGH. Stop.

"please call our other location". Screw you, Domino's!

We're such a weird family sometimes, I do declare.

My dad got upset at me because all of the Domino's Pizzas near us don't deliver to our area, and I was trying to call one that did because they had a good deal. My mom had some kind of allergic reaction to something today, and her face and tongue swelled up. And my brother's lying on the floor in his room in the dark, talking to some girl on the phone... I must be the only sane one.

Wait, I take that back, because I came home and made a Nutella sandwich.

When I get cavities or end up locked away somewhere, I will know where I get it from.

And I need my lip junk. Badly.

I have a new hobby: thinking of random journal names. Yeaaaah.