Moon pix.

someone has a debate with themselves on Twitter about Some Important Issue. They post like six times in a row and no one is responding and it’s just silly. We don’t care if you have tons of Real World Knowledge!

I mean, damn! I can live-tweet “Titanic” despite the fact none of my followers have seen it in five years, but that’s totally different! 

I sat next to a 5-year-old girl on my three-hour flight to Seattle last week. She had her dad’s iPod, and the only tracks I saw her listen to during the course of the trip were “Empire State of Mind,” “Party in the U.S.A.,” and that stupid Fireflies song. 

She sang all of them out loud repeatedly, which surprising did not bother me. However, since that day, I’ve had this little girl’s voice in my head singing, “they tried to teach me how to dayyyyy-aaance.”

Damn you, Owl City. Damn you straight to hell. 

and just think, what? I haven’t talked to you in about four years, and we were in FRESHMAN ENGLISH CLASS TOGETHER. That’s the extent of our friendship.

Especially when there are only like, 50 other people invited, so you know they CHOSE you. I always spend entirely too much time wondering, WHY DO THEY WANT ME TO COME TO THEIR BIRTHDAY I DON’T KNOW THEM.

I have a lot of free time.

When I bought it three summers ago, I thought it was just the best. Really, it’s nothing special — just a t-shirt dress with big white and gray stripes across it. Back then, though, I must have worn this thing once a week with flats and thought I it was hip. Or fly. Or whichever word you prefer.

One such occasion was for a planned outing with this guy I worked with at the pool and had been in love with all summer long. It was August and I had run into him on campus and he suggested we meet for lunch later that week. It was decided that I would call him on Friday at 12:30 p.m.

On Friday at 12:25 p.m. I was rocking back and forth in my dorm room desk chair with my knees hugged to my chest, insisting to my roommate, Tabitha, that I was incapable of calling him. Sometimes the level of nervousness I reach in these situations is slightly over-the-top.

The seconds ticked by and I felt like I was going to pass out. Tabitha counted to three and forced me to press send. Ring, ring — six times. No answer.

I grabbed my purse and Tabitha and I went to Target instead.

Now I wear this dress to clean my apartment.

I don’t really know what this means for my future.

Does anyone else have it? DO YOU WANT TO BE MY FRIEND?

Here’s my profile.

No, it doesn’t have anything to do with my future, or school, or whatever.

I have decided that Rubber Soul is my favorite Beatles album.

So.

There’s that.