where have all the good boys gone?

[chisel]

saturday was the wedding. made me wonder whether i was going to die alone. it was nice, except there was this one speech that went on and on about basketball and how marriage was like a basketball team and how it requires a team effort blah blah then i went on to imagine how my wedding would be like for awhile.

after was ian's party/sleepover, saw friends i hadn't seen since school ended, met homeroom classmates that i never brought myself to introduce myself to or talk to (it kills me that i don't know half my class), had dinner (ian made some jewish dish with sweet potatoes and marshmellows he can cook gasp), played twister, and watched movies (life of brian, ringo, arachnophobia). during the scary parts i took refuge behind a pillow and felt safe. the couch couldn't really accomodate five of us so it was cramped but we enjoyed each other's company enough to tolerate it.

can't take any more boyfriend talk. today an eleven year old asked me if i was desperate for a boyfriend. please. no more. i just hope i don't get to the point where my father will have to send pictures of me to relatives and ask them to find me a husband. uncle alex received pictures of his niece and was told to find a nice white man for her. aaahhhhhhhh.