These are the worst cramps I've had in a while and I'm crying because I thought "omg what if David Bowie died!?!? what would I do!?!?" I hate when I get retardedly hormonal like that, but on the other hand, it's one of those, "I can laugh about it now" things. I've always been the type to worry about the very last things that need worrying about. Stuff that's way down the road.

I'm also worried about meeting this Andy kid, that is, if I get to. I have this nagging sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that he won't like me. I have a horrible inferiority complex, and I always just assume the worst when meeting people, especially guys. Even more so guys I might want to be in a non-platonic relationship with. I'm such a pessimist when it comes to... anything really. Maybe I don't "believe in myself" enough. On top of that, I never really know if I'm trying too hard or not trying enough or trying too hard to look like I'm not trying or whatever.

Then what really really terrifies me is the realization that some women just never find true love. Some of them just never marry. It simply "never happened for them." and let me just clarify that I mean the cases where it isn't by choice, because let's face it, people love excuses to get butthurt on the internet, and let me also clarify that it's not my dream to fulfil my womanly duties by staying barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen.

I'm addicted to Patrick Stump's blog. He's smart, funny, nerdy, adorably self-deprecating. http://www.patrickstump.com

Cobra Starship, The Academy Is... and Gym Class Heroes are doing an off Warped Tour tour and they're stopping here August 27-ish. I hope I can go, that would be pretty cool.