Getting tired of misspelling inside IM’s.

I think I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t want to impress people with my taste of music anymore because I can’t even listen to my music anymore and it be alive. As if I’ve squeezed all there is out of it.

Part of the fun of introducing music to people was that I LOVED THIS MUSIC. That I was passionate, and that carries over.

I think Tess and I have similar tastes, but I think not the same, and that always surprises me, when people say things that make me feel like I have bad taste, because I don’t know anymore, I don’t know the taste.

I used to take breaks, or say I would, from listening to music when this happened, but things were different then. I was still a high schooler and there’s Such a world of difference between those, or these two points in your life, which I kinda wrote about in the last entry.

I got very embarrassed when I felt — and for the first time I realized why guys used the word “burned” when referring to how it ended with a girl – burned by her, like she was a red stove and I touched it, and I knew I would get burned but crap if I don’t I’ll probably always wonder: was it actually hot.

Yes it was. Stop testing.

And I realized that I’m just some guy, and she’s someone else’s Sarah. (The whole thing of being best-friends with a guy who likes you but you’re not sure if you like them and you flirt a lot.) And she flirts a lot with everyone, apparently, and she’s not evil about it which is important, but I would say maybe careless, or maybe not, maybe I’m just stupid for feeling this way. That I let myself.

So, although I’ve talked about being it before (and did I actually like her or was it just she was so cute and nice?) I think I’m over her.

Meaning, I’d still like to be her friend. And get my CD’s (that she didn’t like) back. No hard feelings.