David Blaine

I friggin' love David Blaine, the street performer. You know... the crazy guy who buried himself alive for 44 days and froze himself into a block of ice. I love him. If only he wasn't in his 30's (but might I add, still attractive) and never had a girlfriend. Damn. Maybe I have this romantic view of him because I just watched Pretty Woman. I love that movie. I love everything right now. Why am I so impressionable?

Anywho, enough about terribly goodlooking men and girly movies. I just ate a bunch of candies, and I feel fat. No doubt about that.

And I think I'm overdue for a boyfriend. Not that I so much NEED one as that I WANT one. I was *secretly* reading an old friend's blog the other day. His family and my family have known eachother for many many many years. Well, bottom line is that he mentioned something about one-night stands, and how he plans to have many of them in the near future. Now this strikes me as being uncharacteristic of him. I would have never thought that he'd be that type of person. But apparently people change, or maybe you never really notice what kind of person they are until later. I still have yet to figure myself out. Maybe I'm a committment kind of gal, or maybe I'm just looking for a one-nighter, in a sense. Who really knows? I don't.

Maybe my attitude will change when I get to college. I'll have the opportunity to make myself appaer to be a different person - more outgoing, adventurous, fun. Maybe that way I'll meet a guy who's right for me. In the meantime, David Blaine, I will always think and dream about you. <3 <3 <3

Seeing as I've just expressed many emotions, I will apologize for being too girly, too emotional, too irrational, or too repetitious. GOodnIght!