"...And tiiiiime juuuust tiiiicks on."

I have conformed with the non-conformists and bought a pair of pink Converse All-Stars. I love them. I might Sharpie them up a bit, maybe some stars.

And! I bought the new Phantom Planet with my Best Buy (god, that store makes me want to cry and run away) gift card.

As a result of the combination of pink Chucks (how cool am I, calling them Chucks) and a new CD with excellent bass by Sam Farrar--who will ever be known as the Planeteer who rubbed Amanda's back when we posed for a picture--I am in a very wanna-be-a-rock-star mood. If only Indy hadn't taken her bass home on Friday. I suppose I should go deliver her month-late Christmas present, so maybe I'll get it then.

Former Swoonable Boy is a fuckwit. He was convinced that he was going to "get some" Friday night from a girl he knows from church. It's their two month anniversary. What an event for him. Question of the week: Why aren't all boys Damian Kulash?

This week I found proof that some people can change and other people never do. Kelsey likes Ben Folds and Ben Kweller, won't wear the clothes her (rich) parents would like her too, and wants nothing more than to get away from her (stage) mother. PsychoBitchTeacher has been gossiping bitchily and looking up her competition on the internet psycho-ily. Psycho-ly? Psychotically.

Pregnant ballet teacher should pop soon. Her due date was yesterday. Oh dear lord, it's sinking in.

Yick. I need to wash my hair. At the Store the Makes Me Want To Cry and Run, I stalked a tall guy who needed to wash his hair. He had tight jeans and a cute hat and looked at me in a creepy way. I stopped following him.

God, but I love the skinny rock-y boys.

2004-01-17 @ 9:49 p.m.

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