I made a new xanga because apparently this one shares a name with a porn star.  Gross. 

http://www.xanga.com/in_the_nicetime

Currently Watching Citizen Kane By Joseph Cotten, Orson Welles see related

Kara and I determined that I am the cutest girl in the world. However, Kara failed to convince me that cuteness is synonymous with coolness.

Yesterday Zach the Maintenance Man convinced me to get a tattoo.  I'm thinking about a pizza in between my shoulder blades.  Or I might shave off my eyebrows and tattoo them on instead.  See, I can do that since I'm the cutest girl in the world.

*edit:  Thank you, Jacob for pointing out my mistake.  Since I misspelled tattoo, I don't think I deserve to get one, no matter how cute I am.  Oh, well.

*edit II:  How can I know that I am the cutest girl in the world?  Have I met every girl in the world?  Yes.

Bedding bash is a smash: Flash mob pillow fight draws 200 downtown

By Joshunda Sanders
AMERICAN-STATESMAN STAFF 

Friday, April 07, 2006

At 8 p.m. Thursday, about 200 people pulled fluffy pillows from their backpacks and squealed as they whirled around in a haze of feathers and polyester stuffing at Auditorium Shores.

The first-ever "Pillow Fight Club" in Austin was similar to San Francisco's flash mob pillow fight in February, an event that drew 1,000 people. Like the one in San Francisco, Thursday's fight was organized on the Internet and by word of mouth. It was posted on Craigslist, MySpace and other Web sites. It started out as a big white blur and faces flushed from laughter. Some people wore pajamas and bathrobes while their friends took pictures.

Emma Mayer, 26, took a spin through the massive fight but gave up after 15 minutes. She'd worked all day, she explained, and went to a happy hour before stuffing a pillow in her purse for this fight.

"My friend told me to prepare for carnage," she said, catching her breath. "Just keep your head down and swing. Keep your game face on."

Mayer's friend Molly Harrison, 26, was afraid of getting hurt, so she just watched. "There's nothing better than hitting a bunch of strangers with pillows," Harrison said.

They watched the action slow down just as more people showed up with pillows and the fight started all over again.

"Good," Harrison said. "Fresh ammo."

Currently Listening The Hour of Bewilderbeast By Badly Drawn Boy see related

I've decided that this one's going public

I'm scared of you.  Don't be offended.  I'm scared of people in general, and that happens to include you.  I guess you might say I'm shy, but let's not sugar-coat it.  The human race is very frightening to me.  This poses a problem:  Jesus said that the most important commandment is to love God and to love our neighbors.  I love God, and that love is supposed to overflow to my neighbors, but I don't let it because I'm too afraid of my neighbors.  I've heard that, to conquer your fears, you must face them...I wonder how I can face my neighbors differently than the way I do every day.

On another note, I'm delighted to say that my sister visited me this weekend.  I made her pancakes and blueberry muffins because I love her and I'm not afraid of her (at least not as much as I am of non-blood relations).

When I die, here's what I want on my tombstone:

"Overflowing with cool."

Yeah.  That's the ticket.