I've got the marbles I could sell for money

So, this is going to be a totally random blogging. I have a couple minutes before I need to stop procrastinating and twelve weeks to rant about.

I've lost two very best friends in the same weekend. Well, I didn't lose them. I know exactly where they are. And it's probably for the better. The reasoning: sex, drugs, lying, Hershey Park, gossip, picnics, almost step-brothers, work, me no longer wanting a relationship with someone who is not George Raymond Wolf, going to the movies, bracelets. The usual.

Oh well. This gives me a reason to latch on to other people and make even awesomer best friends.


I made a realization weeks ago. One of the above BFFs was talking to me and I was being vain (but in a fake way, FYI). He said, "Well aren't you just God's gift...." and I said, "Everyone is God's gift to the world." At first I was joking, and then I decided I needed to prove it to myself just in case he decided to argue it (he didn't. He just rolled his eyes [he's not so big on God])
Everyone really is. Even the rapists and terrorists and child abusers and drug dealers and crack addicts and serial killers and bank robbers and cranky people who yell at you because there's no coffee made in your convenience store. Even the guy that tried to kidnap me when I was ten. They're here to make us stronger.


So, right now, I'm making up this list. Intriguing, right? Just wait till you hear what it is! It's a list of all the people in my phone. You know why? I doubt it. Let me tell you. I'm going to say what I think of each of them and put it on here. Of course, I won't be putting there name next to it. It will be completely random.... I'm not that courageous.


I need to be on stage again. I was supposed to audition for Willy Wonka Jr... and then they changed it to ages 7 through high school senior... I could pass for that, right? Maybe I'll find something where I don't have a bad history with the director or there's no age restriction or you don't have to be a "priveleged" person (i.e. you spend a couple hundred bucks to join an "academy" acting class but really you're just buying yourself a part because you really, really suck at acting AND singing). Lisa, my sister, told me to just do set with her. That is not me. I am on stage, in the spotlight. Or behind the person in the spotlight. Or to the side of the stage with a dinky spotlight on me because I'm singing back-up for the person who is really in the spotlight. Nevertheless, that's where I need to be.


So I finally found the Readers' Cafe. It's some small bookshop-slash-coffee place-slash-beatnik club (I think) in Hanover where on the first Monday of every month, they have open mic night for poets. I'm thinking about going. I've wanted to go since 10th or 11th grade but I've never been able to find it. So, who wants to go with me??


I think I'm done for now. I've forgotten everything important and uplifting that I wanted to share.


Yes.