well, that helped/sucked

so, one of my awesome friends asked me to be in a music video with some of our other friends about a month ago, and the artist/singer of the song was in town last night. we went to dinner with him, and then to his show at the loft. his name is eric himan, and he's really talented, very charismatic, and funny. we had a really good time. why does this paragraph seem so stilted and completely lacking in creativity?

moving on...

oh, here is the video:



so, i found out when we got to the venue that he's gay. don't care, no big deal, more power to you, but that means that 99.9% of the crowd was gay, too...because the headliner was yet another gay boy.

oi, vay!

and oh how i love a boy with a guitar. that may be one of my biggest weaknesses.

now, i know that i said i was avoiding boys/relationships until july, but come on! i just sat there thinking (and saying to luis), "i'm never going to find a guy!" i've never been one to try and recruit a boy to switch teams or anything, but there are a lot *lot* of cute gay boys in dallas, and some that i never would've thought were gay, which totally threw me (and my gay-dar) off.

the headlining singer was really mellow, depressing, and gloomy. sure, he's talented, and normally i can take depressing songs with the best of them (i prefer them), and i come by it genetically, but i've been in a good/great mood, and i just wasn't feeling it.

what was i feeling you ask?

i was feeling like a fifth grader who was tweaking on sugar, caffeine, and vodka. i didn't have any sugar or caffeine, and very little vodka (p.s. don't let kids eat too much candy, caffeine, or vodka), but i was uber-giddy and silly. sooooo luis and i became the annoying people that everyone in the bar is hoping will leave or shut the hell up.

we did not leave.

it was as quiet as a freaking church in there, other than the singing. and every song was about death, or hating life, or being alone, or hanging yourself (i think), or moving to europe. ugh.

the place also has hardwood floors, and people were tiptoeing around so they wouldn't make any noise. meanwhile, i was making inappropriate, obnoxious comments to luis, apologizing to the people who heard me, spying on the guy in front of us who was texting some dude, and reporting said texts back to luis. we were giggling like school girls.

it was awesome, but i did get some dirty looks, and "why are you here, straight girl?" glances.

oh, well. we had a blast.

next:

all these hollywood break ups this week, and the cheating scandals in the media have made me even more skeptical and cynical about marriage. i don't know how anyone can expect their relationship to last the rest of their lives. it's sad, but i think for the most part if you get married in your 20s, you're going to get divorced. and if you ever get married at all, there's a high percentage that you or your significant other will cheat.

what the hell is wrong with people?

next:
is oprah a bad interviewer, stupid, or gearing her interviews *for* stupid people? she asks the same redundant questions, rephrases the interviewee's answers, and ends up sounding like a repetitive dumb ass. plus, she interrupts, cuts people off, and is kind of annoying.