Firstly, I’d like to apologize for the sentence fragment that ended with a preposition in my last post. I’d refer to the specific sentence, but I’m sure it’s something I’ve done a million and one times, and will probably keep accidentally doing, so I’m just going to apologize and let you figure out what I’m referring to, if it’s that important to you.
Secondly, thank you for following or reading my blog, despite its flagrant disregard for grammar rules, confusing sentence structure, and odd content.
Thirdly…I don’t have a third point. Unless I want to talk about how I’m trying to figure out whether or not to go to Open Mic Night again on Thursday and potentially see Josh, or somehow figure out how to go to a show that another, older, friend of mine is going to. “Older” both in years, and in the fact that I’ve known him for more than a week. Except I don’t have a car, so it’s easier to just go to Open Mic Night. Except this would be my first opportunity to see my other friend performing in front of people, but it also costs five bucks, and there’s still that transportation thing to work out.
Man people, I need my license. Which means I need to practice driving again.
It’s so easy to just…not drive.
I’m probably being coddled.
But my Mom is afraid of my dying in a firey car wreck, so really, I’m just being a good daughter and not worrying her.
Also, I’m being coddled.
I’ll letcha know what happens.
Because I know you want to hear more about JOSHHHHHHH. Or not. Or about my random crushes in general. I’d totally be seeing one of my random crushes tonight, at a different open mic night, where I keep bumping into him, and we both jam and politely exchange pleasantries, (and once he gave me a hug ;D), but I caught this cold thing over the weekend and I’m fighting it off. So I don’t get to see him. And yes, I pretty much develop crushes on every guy I meet. Well, every somewhat decent male musician who is within ten years of my age. I recognize that this is potentially an issue, but so far the worst that has happened is that guys keep getting flattered, but don’t like me particularly in that way, and so I avoid them like the plague. I’m trying to learn how to not be attracted to them, and to instead be their friend. It works best when I avoid them like the plague. PLAGUE!!!
Well, peace out readers. I wish you all the luck in your adventures this week, and I hope that you aren’t avoiding anyone like the plague like I pretend I am (because going to every concert of theirs that they invite you to on facebook doesn’t count as avoidance).