Now theres not even breathing room, between pleasure and pain.

Well, fellow bloggers, I am in a sad state of affairs. I have read three books today because of my milk withdrawals. I am singing Monday in the talent show, and milk is bad for your vocal chords so I can't have dairy period but I am CRAVING milk. I drink it everyday. All the time. I am a milk FIEND and now I am practising self-control.
I've also been thinking a lot. It's so weird. Guys are everything girls do NOT need, and yet their everything we want. I think nature just tricks us a lot for the purpose of continuation of the species. I know a lot of nice guys. I guess. But no girl really wants a NICE guy. We want someone wholl take moderate control, without being too controlling. Who'll kiss us when the moment is so perfect, and when it is TOTALLY wrong. Who'll fight with us. Who'll agree with us. Who knows exactly when to fight and when to just agree. Someone we can talk to. Who teaches us stuff about ourselves and everything around us. I think that's what I want atleast. Who am I kidding? I have no idea what I want. I feel better now though. I'm getting more confident and everything. I would even go as far as cocky lately. I feel good. And its a real good. Not a fake good. I'm nervous about this summer though. But highschool doesnt scare me. I was more afraid of the eight grade then I am of freshman year. Because I'm a freak. God this feels so good. Just to talk like somebody's listening. I missed this. I'm also getting better at conversation. I can interest the common person for a few minutes now and actually enjoy myself with it. And OMG, one other thing I learned about myself this week: I LOVE LOVE LOVE performing on stage. I'm not even sure how it happens. At any point during the day, there are fifty MILLLION thoughts going through my head, but when I'm singing on stage, theres emptiness. My body moves and words come out, but I dont tell them to. I'm so not in control. And yet I'm totally in control. Its weird. Amyway...I'm gonna go record a little, try not to think about milk and read. Ciao.

Guys and microphones are the root of all evil.

Just so YOU know.