Tomorrow, I get to go to Teen V.O.I.C.E. at 11 AM and practice shaking my tail feathers. No, you don't want to know. And I will be surrounded by, guess what, a bunch of other girls of my same approximate physique and interests. It's a library group, for crying out loud. We will practice for Dr Suess' birthday and plan the Lord of the Rings nights. I will probably spit milk across the table. On Valentine's Day. Oooh, fun.
Then, at 4:00 PM, off to Joe's (I'll be walking, yippee-freakin'-dooda). I'll be hauling my PS2 and Karaoke Revolution, along with Chaos Bleeds and the love-dovey Buffy eps I can find. For a party. In which there shall be Thomas (Joe's older brother, and alright so long as he's away from Spiderman stuff), Joe (the sister I never had), Matt (Joe's younger brother and walking example of everything that's wrong with America's youth), Tom (aka Riley, aka my crush), and then Midgetor, Jen, Elina, and Nets, who're alright, and probably Farrah (aka she who does nothing but lie, growl at people, and pretend that she hates Tom -- or maybe she's pretending she likes him, no one knows). I don't have the energy for this.
So, Valentine's Day spent with my crush. Most of you are probably saying "LUCKY!". Consider the fact that he's got an on-again-off-again thing with Farrah, went out with Elina, seems to have a thing with Nets, and also seems to be crushing on Jen. Oooh, fun. Although, a guy asked him the other day if Jen was hot, and Tom went all "I don't know! I don't think that way about my friends!" And even if he used to, odds are either me or the Midgetor is next, and the Midgetor is seventh grader with a boyfriend.
Okay, maybe things aren't looking so bad after all. I just hope I don't snort milk again.