I'm blogging over Calee right now

and I totally know it. The worst part is that I don't even really have anything to say, but I'm doing it anyway. Oops. 

I really like boys who know more about music than I do. 

Scratch that - I actually just think I really like boys who know more than me in general. Ha ha. I almost made a joke about that being impossible but then erased it so I don't look like a self-obsessed freak. But then I just retyped that so we all could see how humble I am. Not sure who wins, there.

I thought that I typed "ha ha" with a space because my phone made it hard to do it without a space. But if that is true, then why do I write it like that on this blog? A lot? Perhaps it's time to admit that I just like writing it like that and making people read it to themselves like they are the caterpillar in Alice and Wonderland. 

Also - we should put a little thing on the side of this blog that lets people read either all of Calee's stuff or all of my stuff. But I don't know how to do that. And heaven knows Calee won't do it. She just figured out how to work the dashboard of Blogger. Thus, the awkwardly placed Nat the Rat button to my right, on top of any of our profile info.

You know how they say good girls like bad boys? I used to think that was true about me, too. And when I say 'used to' I mean 'yesterday'. Turns out my rockin hot bad boy is actually not bad at all. Pretty squeaky clean, actually. Totally not disappointed about it, either.

Okay, wow. I am in a really odd mood and need to stop this before anything more ridiculous comes out of my brain. 

Sorry Calee for blogging over you. (Shaking head no while I type that.)

-Kristina