Lovebreaker!

You know what? I wish I had long fingers. Like looooooong ones. The ones that make piano playing at least look effortless. Long and skinny.



Sorry. I kinda think I have a fetish.



Oh, and I've got a story to share. Ever since my friend Karen transferred, she's been missing her people terribly. She wants to come back and visit for our spring formal/prom/whatever they're calling it now. Thing is, she needs a date. And no one is willing to help with that, since all of the guys she's friends with have the mentalities of eight-year-olds: "Oh no, a girl! Ew! Cooties! Do I have to kiss her? Grooossssssss!" So needless to say, finding her a quasi-date isn't going well, even though the facts are these:



1) He doesn't have to turn this into some romantic escapade.

2) He doesn't have to escort her in.

3) He doesn't have to talk to her.

4) He doesn't have to even acknowlege that she's even there.



How hard can this possibly be?!??!



But shockingly, there's even more. See, Matt was a really good possibility to take Karen for a long while. At least in her mind. But Matt has told me (well, I kinda finaggled it out of him, but whatever) that he wants to ask Layla. Remember Layla? (Pretty, went to the East Coast, apparently a much better actress than I am.) And Layla and I are friends (that keeps the envy under control). And I told her about Matt's secret longing (what? I cannot keep secrets, which the last few days have proved twofold), and she thinks it's funny. So she's not gonna say yes.



Oh, this is disasterous. But it's rather funny. I am so excited to be in the midst of typical teenage drama. Seriously, I'm relishing it.



The relishment of it could change, however, if Matt would get word that I told Layla (and about....hmm....seven other people, give or take).



Ah, well. Time will tell. I'm gonna go take a shower.