"Fuck You, Fuck You, You're Cool, Fuck You, I'm Out"
I was talking to someone recently about how scary it was that when I'm 30 my little brother, Matt, is going to be 19... and Connor will be 13. And it's weird, right? Because they'll be going through all the motions of being little men, having girlfriends and the like. But I casually brush that aside because I mean, hey, we have at least 5 or so years before I have to worry about either of them wanting women, or at least doing anything about it. Right? WRONG! Yesterday my dad tells me that Matthew wanted to buy a rose for a girl that he likes. The kid is in 2nd grade! He said wants to, "find out if this girl likes him as more than a friend." THEN he proceeded to ask my dad what age is appropriate for dating! !?!?! I mean the kid's cute but my god.
But then I got to thinking about how I had crushes on boys in pre-school, or, actually... since before I could walk... and I guess I'll let his 2nd grade lust off the hook. My 2nd grade crush was funny. We were neighbors and he told me over a bowl of ice cream at my house one day that my eyes were like the stars and the first day he saw me he was in love. HAHAH. It was ridiculous. But way cute, so I'll let it go. Kind of like Matt; ridiculous, but way cute. I'm sure he's got a couple ladies' man lines up his sleeve, too.
I saw OK Go on Thursday and I so recommend seeing them live. It was awesome. They even fit in a little musical theatre and some choreographed dancing, which was intense. Damian was hyped on steroids to help his recently-failed vocal chords, and that was equally as intense. That's just so beyond not good for you, but the dedication is way sexy, so I'm overlooking the health hazards. Anyway, yeah. OK Go is awesome, do it up!
Alright, SIN friggen CITY. I haven't gone yet, but I've heard amazing things, which I predicted. The whole not going thing has me in this really awkward depression because I know seeing it will make me really hyper. But this week is beyond stressful so it looks like I'm postponing it. I already hate next week. AND I already hate my birthday because it's going to be the climax of busy days to come. Way uncool. BUT! Monday, Matt and I are SO PLAYING RAQUETBALL and that is going to be the only thing that gets me through this week. Honestly I'm SO pumped for that! How cool is raquetball? I don't think anyone is happier about the raquetball courts than Matt and I. Such nerds, but honestly if you haven't played, you have to. End of story. You are dead to me until you've played it and loved it.
Well, this has been fun, hasn't it? I'll spice it up with a picture, because I just came across it... and it totally fits with my stress theme today. Megan took this picture last year when I was too stressed out to function. It's just what I do. So when she showed it to me I decided to add in the text and make it my desktop background for a while, just to remind myself that I am, in fact, still five years old.
can i hear a woot woot?
QUOTE OF THE DAY
Keith B: FINE!
Keith B: LEAVE ME!
Keith B: I DON'T NEED YOU!
Keith B: YOU'RE NOT MY FATHER!
Keith B: YOU'RE NOT MY FATHER!!!!!!!!
But then I got to thinking about how I had crushes on boys in pre-school, or, actually... since before I could walk... and I guess I'll let his 2nd grade lust off the hook. My 2nd grade crush was funny. We were neighbors and he told me over a bowl of ice cream at my house one day that my eyes were like the stars and the first day he saw me he was in love. HAHAH. It was ridiculous. But way cute, so I'll let it go. Kind of like Matt; ridiculous, but way cute. I'm sure he's got a couple ladies' man lines up his sleeve, too.
I saw OK Go on Thursday and I so recommend seeing them live. It was awesome. They even fit in a little musical theatre and some choreographed dancing, which was intense. Damian was hyped on steroids to help his recently-failed vocal chords, and that was equally as intense. That's just so beyond not good for you, but the dedication is way sexy, so I'm overlooking the health hazards. Anyway, yeah. OK Go is awesome, do it up!
Alright, SIN friggen CITY. I haven't gone yet, but I've heard amazing things, which I predicted. The whole not going thing has me in this really awkward depression because I know seeing it will make me really hyper. But this week is beyond stressful so it looks like I'm postponing it. I already hate next week. AND I already hate my birthday because it's going to be the climax of busy days to come. Way uncool. BUT! Monday, Matt and I are SO PLAYING RAQUETBALL and that is going to be the only thing that gets me through this week. Honestly I'm SO pumped for that! How cool is raquetball? I don't think anyone is happier about the raquetball courts than Matt and I. Such nerds, but honestly if you haven't played, you have to. End of story. You are dead to me until you've played it and loved it.
Well, this has been fun, hasn't it? I'll spice it up with a picture, because I just came across it... and it totally fits with my stress theme today. Megan took this picture last year when I was too stressed out to function. It's just what I do. So when she showed it to me I decided to add in the text and make it my desktop background for a while, just to remind myself that I am, in fact, still five years old.
can i hear a woot woot?
QUOTE OF THE DAY
Keith B: FINE!
Keith B: LEAVE ME!
Keith B: I DON'T NEED YOU!
Keith B: YOU'RE NOT MY FATHER!
Keith B: YOU'RE NOT MY FATHER!!!!!!!!
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