Five famous girls I'd really like to take on a date.
1.Kirsten Dunst. For real.
2.Fiona Apple, though we would avoid dinner.
3.Liz Phair (circa 1994, I guess, but only so I wouldn't have to talk to her honestly about that new record.)
4.Christina Ricci, who is currently on my TV in her underwear. If we could be on some sort of underwear date, that'd be alright. She seems good at it.
5.Marla Sokoloff.

For some reason, listening to the second Liz Phair album last night in Melissa's car was just a mind blower. I knew that her new shit was disappointing, but GOOD LORD. A girl who goes from whip-smart to T&A and a songwriting team called The Matrix...is just sad. I'm sure it makes The Baby Jesus cry. So, I wrote her a song. It's sweet and makes references to Cheap Trick and other things that are far more a part of her generation than mine.

I even wrote two endings: one where we go out once and she never calls back, and one where I'm single-handedly responsible for the angst and man-hating that happened on her first records, even though I was 11 and 12 when they came out.

My circadian rhythm is shot. I don't even know when to sleep anymore, which is really okay as long as I have badass digital cable with adult swim, noggin and so much to read for classes. But I really need better lights in this room. ANd a dresser.

Cripes, some people are never happy.

I got a sammich real cheap at quiznos today, by using one of those crazy value cards they have. And when I used it, the girl gave me my food and charged me a buck eighteen, then gave me my card back. which is great, but a bad business model.

In closing, Napoleon Dynamite is much funnier now that I've thought about it. And I have stopped worrying really about my money. It's like dropping your keys in a river of molten lava--just forget it, man, because they're gone. So, now I'm cool. Mostly.

It occurs to me, though, that I should get one of them double guitars. That'd be awesome.