my luck is finally changing, and it's about damn time. did i ever tell you how happy the song "you make my dreams" by hall and oates makes me? whoooooa baby.

beth and i studied really hard for our art test on monday and i think we bot got As. that would be a nice change, since we both got Fs last time. we are afraid the teacher won't believe how sweet we are and she will accuse us of cheating. now all we have to do is turn in a mediocre 5-page paper for that class and we should pass, maybe even with a C. being a slacker is hard work.

on saturday, beth and i went to see the public squares show. they do improv and sketch comedy and its a bunch of people from the improv nite we go to on tuesdays (including the boy i wish was my boyfriend, who shall be referred to as my imaginary boyfriend from this point on). after getting hit on by the guy who asked us where we got "boobs like that" and wanted us to come over and do opium after the show, we attempted to leave. i waved goodbye to my imaginary boyfriend, and he pretended to be mad, saying "oh i see, you guys aren't even gonna come talk to me?!" who was i to argue? ; ) BUT THEN I BLEW IT! he asked if we wanted to stay and play foosball. i was sooo nervous and caught off guard that i told him i didn't know how, and we left. this is problematic for two reasons: first of all, WHO DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO PLAY FOOSBALL?? i know how! why did i say that?! second, and more importantly, I WANTED TO HANG OUT WITH HIM MORE THAN ANYTHING! even if he was just asking me to stick around in a crappy bar for a few extra minutes, HE WAS STILL ASKING, and i blew it. as soon as we walked outside, i knew that it was an accident. but it was too late, so we had no choice but to go home. last nite at improv, i apologized to my imaginary boyfriend if i seemed like a jerk for just leaving on saturday. i told him i didn't know why i did that, but that if he wanted to hang out some other time we could watch "wet hot american summer" because i knew he hasn't seen it yet. that was when he asked for my number and i thanked my lucky stars. how do you like them apples? since i always meet jerks i am expecting him not to call, but i guess that would be rather unlikely since he knows he has to see me every week and he would have to deal with my wrath. i know i say this all the time, but he actually doesn't seem like a jerk. at all. in fact, he told me he doesn't ever get mad. "ever?" i asked. "well, sometimes, when i drop something, and then i pick it up, and then i drop it again...then i get really mad. but that's the only time." haha i think he must be soo fun to hang out with. i hope i will find out soon.

beth and i are working on THE coolest xmas gift for our pal andrew. we are so excited about it that we always joke that we want to keep it for ourselves...but i can't wait to see how much he LOVES it, because i know he will. i'm getting excited just THINKING about it!

yesterday was my mom's 50th birthday. i <3 that lady! beth and i woke up at 7am and snuck over to my fams house so that we could take her balloons and flowers and cards with mostly naked men on them (beth's, anyway). my goal when i give my mom gifts for her birthday/mother's day/etc is always to make her cry a little, and i struck again! mwahaha. she claims i "have a way with words." who, me? psssh. whatever.

we're really excited for the beginning of HOT TRASH. so excited, in fact, that we already have our first setlist planned. i can't give away any secrets so you will just have to listen, but i guess it's not really giving anything away when i say that a little MOTORHEAD is a given. write this shit down, yo: