Ganort says I don’t write.

This one’s for you buddy.

So it’s weird. I read your diary all the time. And use it as a list of things to do. Music and movie wise.

See the only one I’ve missed is Adaptation. And I’m gonna watch it someday.

But right now. I still have the weekend in mind.

I drove up to Fort Collins. Through the snow. To see my friend Mad D and all. But to really flirt with all the boys. Which never really works out.

I always do this. I make friends with guys, then try to take my pick.

I mean that’s always the under current. But they are great guys. And they play fast and loud music. All very talented.

And I think I’m falling for the drummer. No one falls for the drummer Kt. I’m not into the stereotypes, but hey tonight I am.

I think I’m becoming more and more shallow everyday. But I don’t ever notice it in full action until I look in the mirror. I think it’s the fact that I work in the mall now. All that money money money looks money money cars bull shit. I think I’m just letting it invade.

Somewhere down the line I convinced myself that I should play the cat and mouse game. But now that I started, I’m starting not to like myself so much.

But I do really like him, Clint, genuinely I do. Because when he was explaining the physics of putting your car in second gear up hill on an icy road, I actually understood, and found it impressive. Found him very impressive. But he was embarrassed, of his intelligence. Because he thought he was playing nerd field by himself. But but but. I like him.

As usual he’s just now getting over a looooooong ass relationship with a pretty girl. A pageant girl. So you can just imagine how I don’t measure up to THAT standard.

Too social. Too lonely.

Good night~kt