So, I apologize in advance, because I've never blogged before, and I might be doing it wrong. Heck, I just found out the I can "google" people yesterday. (It's like somebody woke up one day and said, "We need more VERBS!") And I'm sure that there are two teenage girls in Nebraska somewhere who are so much cooler than I am, and their hair is so much blue-er, and they're sitting there at their "Hello Kitty" computer and they're saying things like, "OH MY GAWD! She doesn't even know how to bloggle?" Or, you know, whatever the new trend is that I'm missing out on, because, you know, I'm so hopelessly, hopelessly, hopelessly hopeless.

Ian was going to get a MySpace account for his band, but he stopped calling me, and I think his band broke up, which is good, because his band was awful. I like the punk rock as much as the next girl, but there's such a thing as "Too Loud and Too Fast." That was the band's name. Did I mention they were awful?

Anyway, Ian's out of the picture. I was upset for, like, three days, but then the longer it goes since he split, the more I realize, "Why would I want to be with a tool who'd just split like that?"

I'm swearing off boys. At least for a little while. Although there's a pretty new boy at work who I sort of have a crush on.

I helped him find an apartment last week.