Betsy
That is the name of the girl that I am going out on a date with tomorrow night. I can not even tell you how excited I am, because not only is it a date, but it's with this amazing girl. She sings/plays guitar, is an artist, is an athlete, plays softball, loves philosophy, is jewish (okay, that doesn't really mean anything especially since she is not practicing), shorter than me, sarcastic like me, has a very nice voice, is intelligent, and most importantly she is gay. NO QUESTIONS ABOUT IT!!! Gay, no chance of men. Finally. Anyways, I have been acting like a giddy little school girl for the past few days and it really is kind of ridiculous but for some reason I can't help it. Saturday night could not get here any quicker. She's very sweet and very funny, and just...I love to talk to her. I don't know why I am so excited about this...but...I am. Very. We are going to go to dinner somewhere on The Hill (Italian part of town) and then go see this play at Wash U (which is where she goes) and then hang out for the rest of the night. Oh my gosh! Yes, I'm excited. I don't know what to do with myself until then. Oh well, party tonight, go out with her tomorrow night...do laundry somewhere in between there. Oh, and I got my hair cut and let me tell you...its SHORT. Still in the faux-hawk, but...you would just have to see it. It's short. Anyways, I'm going to go do something for a little while and then leave work and hang out with some friends. I keep forgetting to eat I've been so excited. I need to eat. I'm hungry.