kelland

I am quite proud of myself. For the past year, I have managed to escape from my prison of reservation. I have become more outgoing. More sociable. I used to be a complete introvert... I suppose in a few ways, I still am a bit introverted. But not nearly as much as I was. I think I make a bigger impression on people now than I once did. I can comfortably be myself around complete strangers. It's so rewarding.

I have claimed a new title. The Mighty Pizza Baron. That's me. Friday after classes, Tegan, Sara, and I went to a local pizza restaurant for some fine dining. Another group of girls were eating when we arrived. They were the only diners in the room. When they got up to leave, I noticed they still had several slices of uneaten pizza left on a tray on their table. With some encouragement, I waited until they left, and dashed to the table to confiscate the precious pizza. I then quickly returned the tray, but just as a I placed it on the table, a waitress was entered the room to clean their table. I'm pretty sure she saw me.

Do any of you have a very special friend that you've known since childhood? I do. His name is Damein. Damein with an EI, not an IE. (I have never understood the spelling.) Damein and I have been friends since we were toddlers. His mom used to baby sit my sister and I, and I remember he often ripped the heads off of our Barbies. Damein and I were in the same class in 3rd grade. One time, we were dissecting various vegetables to examine their seeds, when a boy sitting near him ripped the plastic dissecting knife from Damein's pale little hands, slicing his finger deeply. I remember abandoning my cucumber at the sound of a blood-curdling scream. I then remember turning in my chair to see deep red blood dripping to the floor, and poor Damein, face beat-red with tears and pain. Damein and I managed to become very close through the course of our young adult lives. He used to tackle me with hugs in the high school hallway while I was trying to scurry to class on time. He always consoled me about boys and anything else that upset my pubescent mind, and at lunch, he and the other boys would discuss how "provocative" I was, and how when I ate, I looked like I was making love to the food. Then Damein transferred schools, and our friendship was put on hiatus.

Yesterday Damein called me out of the blue and told me he was in the area with his friend Josh and he wanted to see me and spend time with me. Jessica was to attend, but she couldn't because she had other responsibilities. So, after having a nice dinner with my parents, Damein and his friend Josh picked me up. Upon meeting Josh, I instantaneously formed a bit of a crush. AND DAMEIN! My, has he grown into an adorable guy. I had never met Josh before, but the combination of him and Damein was almost too much to handle. The both of them have such fucking stellar senses of humor and personalities. I was very open with them and had such a great time. And seeing and spending time with Damein again was like a dream come true.

I hope to buy Damein a membership to this site ASAP so that you all can meet and interact with the greatest, funniest, superest guy in the world. I want to get my license in a few weeks so I can get my ass out of town to visit him and hang out with him more often.

Don't drink milk after eating a pickle. It just doesn't work out right.

Listening to The Strokes reminds me of being a complete goofball with people that I love. That and bowling alleys. Don't ask about that last one.

Kevin, a.k.a. Elliott Smith Guy, got kicked off of Project Runway because of that Wendy hag! I never thought something so trivial would make me so sad.