At least I don't play clarinet.

You know what's a problem?
Having your schedule so locked you're put into orchestra when you play clarinet. Poor Ben.

I have a problem.
I get these 'girl crushes.' I think it has to do with my longing for a 'normal' best friend. But the problem is, I fall hard, because I have nothing else to focus my attention on. What with the formerly stated lack of real friends.
We all have one of those people in our lives who we know shouldn't be there, but for some reason we can't leave alone. They are the french fries of the social world. Completely nutrition free, but you crave em'. My social life is morbidly obese.
So Kenzie, a cheerleader from 8th grade is attending my school again this year, and although I only have one class with her, my girl crush rages on.
That is, until, Friday of last week. When I met a girl named...Danielle.
And you know with a name like that...
But seriously, I was considering joining a 12 step program to 'quit' Kenzie, when I met Danielle.
She's popular material, pretty, smart and funny.  I don't mean to write her online dating profile but girl better watch out for the Observer.
We have three classes together, and she requested a locker by mine! Is my excitement adequately shown here? (There's a thin line between lonely and pervert isn't there?)
Because apparently I want you to know how awkward I am, here is a conversation I had with my mom-
"Mom guess what?"
Mom- "What sweet darling of mine?" (I'm paraphrasing here.)
Me- "I met a girl today, named Danielle, shes going to be my friend."
Mom- "A Kenzie replacement..."
Me- "Exactly, I don't need her. Speaking of, I've decided she isn't even that pretty!"
Mom- "What does Danielle look like?"
Me- "Kenzie..."

So not am I apparently a stereotypical man, but I have a type.
The more you know!


In addition to my new future ex girlfriend, I've become boring.
I sit in English class with my head resting on my hands, a vacant expression on my face and my eyes dead ahead. I don't see the problem here.
My teacher, lets call him Mr.Q, called me out in class today, impersonated me and continued to compare me with this other girl saying that because of her constant flow of questions, lively facial expressions and chatter she is a more interesting person than I am, the girl who looks miserable, "the closed book."
Later, still in front of the whole class, he pointed out that I was probably trying to think of new ways to look interested.
Which, of course, I was!
I am not boring.
I like raisins, but hate food with raisins in it. I am interesting.
To add insult to injury, when I got home and reported this to my mom, she simply laughed and revealed that in the days in which I had preformed/acted on a stage she had secretly imposed the nickname, The Emotional Black hole.
Short story long, I've given up acting and am working on conveying emotions in my lips. Next week eyes.

I would love to point out to him that I am not boring, I have a blog...wait...

Does your mom wear Crocs?