i have this thick and nasty aftertaste from a donut i just ate. i should have known white frosting with pink sprinkles would result in major trouble, as in, THIS AFTERTASTE IS FUCKING GROSS and it's making me feel tired and dry inside. i want to cry!

psyche. but fuck. i need a good rinse of toothpaste water and oxyclean.

my mom and i just came from safeway, where we bought a couple of snacks for tomorrow's meet in bellevue. hopefully that'll be crackin,' 'cuz there's supposed to be a good number of schools there.

trampoline jumping and playing halo at anthony's today was cool... for what it was.

are those guys going to write songs without me or seth, while we are at the track meet? do they think we're expendable? have they no faith in my rockstar credibility?

tune in next time... when we find out that i'm destined to have an unexpectedly fortuitous career as a singer/songwriter soloist!