...I just have to say, that is the coolest one-syllable word I've ever made up. So, yesterday I spent all day with this popular, attractive, musical young man who lives not-too-far-away (like most of my boys have). I felt bad about how close we got, because it was like cheating on my online boyfriend (I KNOW, it's ridiculous. Shut up.) Anyhow tonight I found out I've been the other woman (or, one of the other women, to be more accurate) the whole time. So now I'm kind of giddy because I'm free to date this newer fellow. I haven't been in touch with my emotions lately, I just know when I feel bad vs. good. So I'm not sure what I think of the boy. But I like him in some degrees, and we had a good time and agree on a lot of things, like the same tv, etc. I think we could work out pretty well together. Both of us being silly overweight musicians and all. His friends seem a little boring to me, but that's okay I guess. I'll get to know them later, I suppose. It bugs me that I write with so much more emotion than I feel. I mean, it's useful for effective writing, but it's also annoying that I don't feel the passion that my words do. Like, on my sob stories trying to get extensions on school assignments, I always go "boo hoo, my mom's crazy and my grandmother beats me" ... but really, at the moment when I'm writing them, I'm really detached from all that crap -- when I am caught up in it, I can't write a damned thing. I'm going to go sing and play guitar, maybe. Because music is amazing.