It's Freezing Outside.

On the way to band pracitce Friday I saw a truck that said R.E.M. Laundry Service, and I thought, "Why would you name a laundry service after the most restful cycle of sleep? Sure I have positive connotations with R.E.M. sleep, since I love sleep and it's the best kind, but I don't want people to be sleeping while they're handling my laundry."

I had a couple days where I got tired this week of having no boyfriend again. And it sounds dumb to say it like that, but when you've gone 20 years with nothing, no date, not even a hint of interest, it really starts to lead to a lot of deeper issues. I was just talking about this with my friend the other day.

Because even though it's wrong to judge your worth by what guys think of you, you start to look around and go, "What is wrong with me? Why has no one even wanted to go out with me, ever?" And you start listing everything that's wrong with you, even dumb stuff like, 'I have really ugly feet' (which, since I've vowed to be totally honest, is true) trying to decide which thing is the reason that no one wants to date you.

And the longer you go through life without anything, or anyone, it starts to become a bigger and bigger deal. And suddenly you're 20 years old and you've never been kissed, you've never been on a first date, and you are sick of everyone harping on you that it's a good thing, that you're lucky. (I should stop saying you and just switch to "I").

Okay, I am sick of people who think they know it all who have the nerve to tell me that I'm SO LUCKY that I've never had a boyfriend, that I should be GRATEFUL, they wish THEY had never done any of that stuff. Which, I'll tell you, (and I never use language, but this pisses me off), is bullshit.

Oh, you would? You would take back all your relationship experience and go through highschool and two years of college feeling ugly and bad about yourself all the time and wondering if anyone's ever going to think that you're something special? You would? That's what you'd do, huh? Good choice, moron, good choice. Whatever. I guess I'm done being shallow and whiny for today.

To end on a non-whiny note, people from the University of Kentucky are all jerks and a half. (except for those guys who helped me get out of the parking garage.)

Here's a video to lighten the mood.