captain random, at your service!

brooke and i went discount store shopping today- glorious. i got all my valentines, but not any pipe cleaners... hmm... And I heard all about brooke's new roommate, who is always in her room with her boyfriend. but it's an actual problem, because brooke can't be in the room, like, ever. i am so grateful for a roommate like kathleen, who doesn't do stuff like that. or at least, not in the room, and not all the time.

I AM SO EXCITED FOR VALENTINE'S DAY!!!

and i don't need a valentine. even though it would be nice to have one.

so here are the people who read this blog apparently:
blythe
kate
carly
berka
maddy
some random person

I think there are more... but maybe not. I want to post more indigo girls lyrics, there is this song that articulates almost exactly how I feel about LA. but i'll wait a while, have a little buffer period before the wonderfulness. I think the only reason I don't listen to indigo girls all the time (and i have like 6 of their cd's... that's variety already) is because my roommate would be like, "i have the roommate from hell!" if she doesn't like the music i do. which she should. my music rocks, and rolls.

The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what fiction means. --Oscar Wilde, (in The Importance of Being Earnest)