hip hop has been stalking me for the last few days.

1. Hip hop dance in gym class has led me to realize how nonexistent the effort i put forth to be "sexy" is. What really bothered me was that the other girls didn't seem to realize that what we were doing was for the sole purpose of getting sexual attention from guys. Maybe i'm just a freak, but i don't want that kind of attention just by shaking my ass. as we were learning the dance, i looked around and saw how pathetic we were acting. maybe i'll switch to the coed class if we keep doing this because i have no desire to be a sexual object for fun.

2. On the good side of hip hop, I volunteered as an usher at the paramount last night. the performance was of these 5 guys who were incredible. they never stopped. it seemed like they had rubber bodies and they could break dance, beat box, and tumble amazingly. *ooo la la* the old ladies I worked with love me. I’m “vibrant.” J


i raked the leaves today and i got a blister on my hand. it hurts like no other.
anyone want to help me rake my neighbor's yard? she's too old to do it herself. and no, no money for it.

i want to have a let's-bake-cookies-party before the end of the year.
i also want to clean my room this weekend and have it all cleaned out by the end of the year. minimal possessions = good.
we should have a new year's eve party.

I’m afraid of getting too close to people. I know that it ends.

I ate popcorn with chopsticks today. It was an adventure.

I hope I’m a good example.

I should stay home tonight and do homework but I’m tired of trying to make everything perfect because it never will be.

i *heart* matt nicholas!!