MTV Rocks

hi, babycakes, how are you on this fine evening?

yeah, me too!

i watched a little bit of true life on mtv today, the one about friends with benefits. it made me pretty sick to my stomach, made me sad for the girl that got really attached to the guy who had bad social skills and was kind of lispy and not even hot, and she was smart and sorta cute. okay so she wasn't really that cute, but the girl is almost always worthier than the boy, ya know? anyway, i know you would never do that to me if only because i'm waaaay too cool and confident to buy into the whole friends with benefits scammeroonie. it's such a male concept in the first place, and seriously i wonder about the girls that can pull it off, slightly with admiration but also slightly with pity. i think they're pretending, and boys know they're pretending, but boys don't care.

i decided never again to write about a real boy that i like/am involved with beyond really vague poetry. but, lalala! this means i can still talk about you, because you're not a real boy, you're a boy i'll never meet plus you're a million years older than me (though that makes it pretty cool, i'm weird).

i'm listening to the radio today, i just finished listening to ryan seacrest and he was having an interview with john ondrasiea;ajfakf or whatever of five for fighting and john said his last album was produced by bill bottrell. who, incidentally, is the uncle of one of my friends from elementary and middle school. i thought that was pretty cool, made me feel all connected and whatever. then at the end of ryan's show came the new gwen stefani song and i must say i really do enjoy it. not as much as any rhcp stuff because rhcp is kind of my ultimate band of life (at the moment, i'm only 19). but, you know, i like the strong female message.

i was talking to my really great and wonderful friend pants the other day and telling him the story of someone i went on a date with once and the stupid things this person said and at the end of it all i was like, "yeah, well it was all my fault" and pants is so wonderful because he said "uh, no, stop being a lousy feminist."

i just whipped my headphones off my head for a second and the cutest thing is that mel is listening to "cry me a river" and secretly humming along to it, i swear i have the most adorable roommate ever invented.

anthony kiedis, you should know i'm all about nicknames and if we dated i would probably call you cole because that was your actor name when you were the kiddo in the rocky movie(s?). i'm not gonna lie and say i've seen the rocky movies, because whatever.

anyway, so what do you think of the andre 3000 "hey ya" song? i just switched to kiis fm, the station i loved in 6th grade because i didn't know any better. i think it's hot, ya know? i love when he repeats things like the part where he's all

"alright alright alright alright"

but you know what part i like the best? you know it! the "shake it, sh-shake it, sh-shakeshake it, shake it like a polaroid picture!" it always makes me shimmy-shim and then i think about my grand scheme to be your on-tour belly dancer and i think you need to go on tour with outkast too, ya know? of course you do. i was so proud of you for taking the flaming lips on tour, i want you to know. it was really smart and really sassy and maybe some of your stupid fans didn't get it, but i sure did, coley baby!

i just did a bunchload of work for my internship, i'm kinda tired. see, the tragicness of it is i had a bunch of stuff done over the summer and then it poof!ed when i had to reformat or vatewer. anyway, it's due like thursday and i'm scrambleyscrambling to do that AND to write my story due tomorrow to my class.

as usual, i don't understand this whole comments thing because i used to get waaaay more fun feedback when i only had an email link and no comments. like, 2-3 nice emails guarranteed and now i don't get so many comments. maybe people don't know what to say, but yar. in any case, have a happy night.

anyway, rock out with your sock out, baby. ciao ciao!

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