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Inept I love singing along to OK Go. I look like such an idiot. It's that kind of music that requires certain facial expressions and mannerisms when sung, most of which must look absolutely ridiculous. Kind of like when I was singing IJDKWTDWM at the White Stripes concert, lolling my head about, closing my eyes, and pointing at Jack when I sang the "I need your sweet love" part (Jebus, I actually did that...) Or when I'm in the backseat during a long drive, doing the whole singing-while-staring-longingly-out-car-window video thing. You know what I mean, like Desert Rose by Sting. Only cooler than that. Because I hate that song and I'm not balding.Yesterday we went to Katie's 4th of July party, and I chicken-fought on the shoulders of a boy who was later revealed, by Sagen, to be a potentially freaky-ass, scary religious type. That absolutely sucks, but it's not like I had a chance. He's a friend's older brother, and I think I pretty much confirmed any notions he might have had that I wasn't fond of him with a sound "Fuck you" after he and Austin soaked Amanda and me while we were wearing jeans. Why the hell did you say that if he was hot, you might ask. Because, folks, I'm socially inept. That's why. I didn’t mean to, honestly, I was joking. But that’s just how it goes. If I like a guy, I’ll make him hate me, and if I am absolutely disgusted by a guy, he’ll probably like me. I believe all might have been made well again, if only Indy was there with her guitar for another filked Hotel Yorba singalong. But she wasn't, so I ate lots of brownies and watched fireworks instead. And, wow, it just occurred to me that the younger sister of the aforementioned guy could very easily read this any time she likes. Oh well. I’ll leave it for now. Good night, everyone. Er…good morning. I’ve really got to get this whole sleep issue under control. 2003-07-06 @ 3:50 a.m. |