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writer's block bites

3-12-'xx: 10:14pm

I'm kind of in that mood right now where I want to write a really expressive, beautiful song. whose lyrics would bring tears to the eyes of who it was written to, or something. it's really too bad that I can't possibly write anything that doesn't suck. I swear to god, I've had a two year long writer's block. no joke. I think I've written maybe one song that was even halfway decent.

so I'm doomed to just have thoughts bouncing around in my head. no way to express my feelings without seeming really cheesy. or fucking everything up. it's like....damned if I do, damned if I don't. I think don't, however, is the best answer. because do would probbly have huger consequences.

so my weekend went well. I got to spend time with my mom, which was fabulous, because we get along great and I hadn't seen her in over three months. we went underwear shopping at victorias secret. oooh la la. I got some really super underwear and I'm just thrilled. shows how exciting my life is.

I think I already wrote about the first game...yeah. the second game was honestly the best game I'd ever been to ever. it was just fabulous. taco managed to make it down, which made it rock even harder. linz, I guess, despises basketball, so she went out with megan. whatever, her choice. so I introduced taco to a bunch of people...she seemed to like everyone and they seemed to like her, too. why? because she's the bomb, duh. I pointed out all the guys in the band and asked my sister who's the cutest. her verdict: speevis and weir. strope was a runner up. I told weir my sis thought he was cute. he laughed.

so taco and I sat behind the band and it was so great...she got really into the game and it was just a lot of fun. and it was so exciting...at halftime we led by 11 or so, but then prarie got ahead, and we tied it with about 10 seconds left in the game to put it into overtime. extensive fouls from prarie allowed us to get some foul shots in, and we ultimately won by three points. but it was CLOSE. taco and I both stood there wringing our hands. and screaming when shots were made. I think we should do stuff like that more often, I had a great time. taco did, too. it was just nice to hang with her for a bit, I always have fun with her.

I'm writing now because next week is going to be like hell. it's hilarious, I read all of tasha's teen-ish magazines and in seventeen my horoscope for march said that I would be exausted from the 16th to the 22nd. and thats ironic, becasue the 16th is the opening of bye bye birdie, and then the 22nd is the day after the vizzutti concert. and in between is a huge amount of stuff. it also said that on the 19th (my only semi-free day in the exaustion spree) I'd be back on the same wavelegnth with my "crush." I wonder what'll happen...tee hee hee hee hee.

well, I'm leaving, because I have to sit on the floor to type this and it's getting irritating. damn keyboard.

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