March 14, 2003 - 7:58 p.m.
Another Friday night, and I'm home alone. But something is looking up, and this is it:
I have a week of spring break!
And as I listen to Rael ponder his cuckoo cocoon(Genesis song, there), I am sort of wondering what to say.
Greetings go out to the aforementioned Ashlea, who was kind enough to send me antoher sweet guestbook message, even though I made the foolish mistake of spelling her name wrong. I'm such a bitch, gomen.
I get estatic when people I don't know sign my guestboook, especially when they have something nice to say. And here's the line that always gets me: I feel like you really understand me. For the longest time, I couldn't find anyone who was like me, and now there are people who just willingly profess how alike we are. I'm not exactly flattered by it, I'm more in the thought of, "There's someone who understands me? I'm not alone? There's people out there that care about me even though they don't know me? I'm liked by someone?"
It's just sort of this too good to be true thing, and I'm a whore for friends. You'll be my friend, right? And you?
I'm like a puppy. I'll be loyal and faithful, but let me cuddle with you. Tell me I'm good.
I was reading Megatokyo today, and this girl turned towards me and said, "You are too cute, with your cartoons. Why do you like them so much?" This girl is more of an aquaintence than friend, but she's always been very nice to me. She's known to me as Bino, so let's keep it at that.
I like being cute, so I didn't even bother to reprimand her. Not cartoons, my friend, manga.
And now my dad needs the computer, so I'll have to finish this later. Ashlea, look out for incoming email, that is, if you want some.
