And every note every note that reminds me of you is a hole in my chest that says I miss you.

Well I'm still undecided about my whole going-public thing, which I guess means I'm decided against it till I decide for it. I don't know. I think I'm just desperate for something to happen, which it probably wouldn't because no one would actually click the link anyway, but still. I wish someone would offer me better advice (read: I wish someone would give me a reason to post it).

So! Today two people found out who I liked and I found out who two people liked! Well, Kim, Genne, and I were standing in line for auditions (drama auditions) and talking about who Kim liked. After she admitted he was in band, I said the guy I like wasn't in band, and Kim was like, "No, he's in orchestra," (teasingly) and Genne was like "Is it Basil?" and I thought she actually knew so I was like, "DID I TELL YOU?" and she freaked out because she was just guessing. Then I freaked out for some reason. Whatever. But then I convinced her to tell me who she liked (ahhh!) and THEN I told Fries (also known as OK, or Other Kim) who it was and she told ME and it was also AHHH! and really cute. And apparently I'm the first person she told :) I just think it's adorable.

SPEAKING OF DRAMA AUDITIONS. My singing SUCKED cuz I was caught off gaurd (yes, that's my excuse) but, of course, I KICKED ASS with the acting. Haha, yes. You should totally believe me. Cuz I'm totally TELLING THE TRUTH.

Actually, I just did my whole screaming-crying-heartbreaking act and Mrs. Balding Stoner looked MAJORLY freaked out, which I guess was a good thing. I can just imagine the conversation:

Balding Stone: Hey, Strawberry's acting KICKED ASS.

Murmy: Yeah but her singing sucked it. Let's get some far less talented actor with a better voice to have the lead.

Balding Stone: Couldn't we just teach her how to sing or something? Isn't that our job?

Murmy: No, our job is to pick some mildly-talented seventh grader who stumbles through their lines and is super-short.

Balding Stone: It seems a shame to waste such an immense talent.

Murmy: Yes. But this is our job.

:)

Haha. I exaggerate. My acting wasn't that great and, ya know, the seventh graders aren't all that bad. But I enjoyed yelling at Balding Stone. So that makes it worth it.

I eagerly await the results :)

I can't possibly imagine how anyone could not adore Bon Jovi. Half the day I want to burst into song: SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU'RE TO BLAME! DARLING YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME! And who doesn't?

I've decided. I'm going to do it.

OH SHIT.

Gawd. Maybe I should, like, ask Nat first. Just to make sure she's completely okay with it. Gah, this isn't a good idea!

Okay. I'm stopping. I'm not posting it. Cuz everyone knows only losers have blogs ;D and besides, it'd be WAY TOO OBVIOUS who Basil is. I talk about him too much. The last thing I need is for him to know I STILL like him because even I know that's stupid -.-

I'M A COWBOY, ON A STEAL HORSE I RIDE. I'M WANTED...DEAD OR ALIVE!

Ch'yea.