I did the Macarena with a spoon because I'm sexy and I do what I want: that's how I roll.

My mum e-mailed me this today:

( Click me to find out what the sentence in the subject means! w00t! )

---- some highlights of the e-mail (meaning, other people's sentences that got attached to the forward message) ----

> I danced with my cell phone because I can.

> I smelled a llama because Big Bird said to and he's my leader

> I KARATE CHOPPED A GANGSTER BECAUSE BIG BIRD SAID TO AND HE'S MY LEADER.

> Subject: I had lunch with a pickle, because I'm cool like that

> Subject: I jumped on my best friend's boyfriend because that's how I roll!!!!!!!!!!!

(no subject)

So today was lovely, until about five o'clock, when I suddenly got really depressed for no reason... but that's beside the point.

What I wanted to say was, today in Wind Ensemble we were reading a couple new pieces, and along the very edge of one of my parts, photocopied onto it for eternity, some bassoonist from the past had written,
you can't even keep your eyes off me, can you?
and I don't know why but it killed me inside to see that. I'm probably just a crazy, but still -- it profoundly disturbed my sensibilities and upset my delicate emotional balance... I don't understand it. Also it is just bizarre, and a very strange chance that it even made it onto the margin of my part, because the other edge of my music was slightly cut off, and if whoever made the copy had framed the page properly, there would be no visible trace of the writing.

WHAT DOES IT MEAN?

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In other news, I have resolved that This Week I shall ask Cute Singer if he wants to get coffee or something sometime. Eventually. As soon as I pluck up the courage. Yeah? And as soon as I re-convince myself that it's a good plan of action, since Dena freaked me out today with her talk of drastic awkwardness... I mean, we just started to be pretty good friends this year... just last quarter, even. And I don't want to fuck that up, since he's just an awesome person all around. But as he is indeed an awesome person, I figure that the worst that could feasibly happen is he gently says 'no thanks' and I feel awkward for a few days weeks and then we can be friends again, right?

Gah. Why is this sort of thing so goddamn difficult?