My first reading in a coffeshop

so, i had my first reading! it was kind of fun! everyone was looking at me, and i didn't mess up hardly at all.

this is what you do when you are trying to be a writer, you and your classmates get in a little corner of a coffeeshop, you yell out what you wrote over the sound of the blender and the clinking dishes, and you try not to be too nervous when two of your favorite smarties come to support you, how nice are they!? so anyway, it went well, i was happy, my classmates were happy, my teacher was happy, and k and steve were so lovely that they even hung out with me while i ate my tuna sandwich (mmm!). i wonder how many people noticed that i was wearing one white sock and one accident-pink sock.

i was reading one day about how you got your start as a musician, and you were a poet/rapper and you just jumped up and rapped with hillel and flea one day, right? yeah, that's awesome. i am definitely not a performer, but i think i would like to be more comfortable that way.

completely unrelated, i think i have hit a point of maturity with boys. you would be proud of me, very proud. i think i hit this point yesterday, when i realized deep in my heart AND my brain that though bad boys a la marlon brando in his youth are inherently sexy and cool, i don't want them. i really don't. i will still ooh and aah over the crazy trouble they get into, all mafia/gangsta-style, but have you seen marlon brando lately? i just want a nice, decent guy that's not going to try to subvert the system in a shady way. intellectual subversion = yay. shady subversion = nay. also, i am so not into these guys (i.e., almost all guys my age) that smoke pot on a regular basis, what is wrong with them? and i was talking to my roommate deepa and we were talking about how hard it is to find guys that don't smoke pot, what is WRONG with you guys? luckily, you're not doing drugs anymore, anthony. but, we'll see.

that's really all i can say on that topic, and it's really more of a note to myself so that the next time i find myself falling for a rebel i can kick myself in the behind with this post. sorry to have wasted your time.

in very good news, my marketing assignment that was due tomorrow is now due NEXT TUESDAY.

boo.
yah.

here's a lame poem of strength and solidarity:

whether or not
i am going to feel good
i am going to be smiling
i will eat cookie dough and wear my coziest pajamas
i will not be sad if you
don't call me tonight.

i hope you're having a great night!