MR. BEAN!!!

My mom saw Kay yesterday.

Saturday was pretty hectic. My mom had to bring down my suits for my medical conference coming up, and then Kay wanted to go to Best Buy because I had mentioned that her DVD collection lacked some essential DVD's. Bill & Teds Great Adventure, Die Hard, garbage like that.

I knew that I would be pushing it close. My mom got here at 12 and wanted to eat, see the campus, make me try on every piece of clothing known to man. Kay said she had some errands to run, and that she would be done by 3.

Some how, as soon as I was hugging my mom goodbye, Kay shows right up. I wanted to shield my mom, I wanted to hide her away in a safe place so that she wouldn't get suck in by Kays fakeness. But before I could push her in the car and send her on her way, Kay comes bouncing out of the car, fake smile in tow, and greets my mom.

DAMN.

Luckily it was brief. My mom must have got the "leave now" look and made a graceful exit. Trust me I like when my mom meets my friends. They all love her. They say she is cool. But Kay isn't really a friend. She's more of A..."Person who annoys me, but yet I hang out with because she's the only person too" bud.

When I got back later that night from Kays house, my mom called and said they greatest words to me ever...

"hey...You never said she looked like Charlie Brown. Her head is kind of huge. She isn't pretty at all."

I love my mom.

It's so weird. When we go out Kay gets all the stares from men, everywhere I have been with her she starts up conversations with people who seem to be interested in listening, she doesn't come across as so awkward.

While I am fumbling for words, anxiously biting my lips, and making more of an effort to fade in the back than stand out. I'm made to feel like the Winona Ryder to her Angelina Jolie. Even though Winona is prettier. In my opinion.

On Friday I saw the Vagina monologues, and I realized that being around people like Kay and Amy and Kristen/Christie, I'm made to feel like not like a girl around them because I don't talk about boys or romance, love and marriage.It's not that I don't think about it. I just comfortable indulging all my feelings of intimate things with girls who at any moment will stop talking to me.

And though I know I am no ugly duckling I am made to feel that way. So hearing my mom pretty much call her ugly... I must say I was a little happy. I mean she walks around as if she is god's gift to men, and that with a little help I can be on her level. Maybe I don't want to be on anyone's level. Maybe im okay with who I am.

I mean at least I don't have a Charlie brown head. (no offense to anyone afflicted with an unusually huge head. I love you and your big head anyway).

So anyway. Today I was on a mission to buy MR. Bean DVD. I saw it yesterday at Best Buy, but felt it wasn't in my weekly budget. After some late night non buyers remorse, I woke up determined to get it.

I called Kay who said she had some exciting news to tell me. When I got in her car they exciting news was that she some guy she has been crushing on talked to her, and asked for her phone number

?????

Seeing that she is just getting out of a bad divorce, I wasn't that excited.

She followed my unenthusiastic tone with..." I knew you wouldn't understand. You don't get it I've had a crush on him for a long time(Art Boy) and I'm so nervous around him(Art Boy) and I thought he had a girlfriend(Art Boy + Neighbor) so I gave up crushing on him...You just don't understand."

Yeah.

I really don't understand. That is actually what I said to her. That I understood more than she would ever know.

I have some more to say about Art Boy. A lot actually.

I was waiting outside the other night. And a van pulled up. I was jotting in my journal, listening to music, and who comes bouncing up the stairs, but the ray of light known as "Art boy". Our lives seem based on barely colliding into each other.

And hearing Kay talk about her new Crush/Date made me think about my Crushes, and thinking maybe it's time to move out of the crush phase....It's unfullfilling.

I'm smart, I'm pretty, and I'm interesting. At least that's what my mom says. So why can't I have "that". That being: a cute interesting boy who likes me, preferable who can read, and let me have the last slice of pizza, and sacrifice one weekend to chill inside and watch some cops, who's better at the social things than I am, who likes art, but also likes annoying boy things like sports or cars, whose shoulder/stomach I can use as a pillow, who can make me laugh, who isn't afraid to try new things, who has some cool tunes in his iPOd, or a wicked DVD collection, who doesn't mind telling me that im not as weird as I think I am, and who has the appreciation for Mr. Bean or at least Blackadder.

In return I promise to always have the butterflys in my stomach, that would make me happy to see him. Everyday.

But more on that later. I've got Pride and Prejudice, and Great Expectations to finish for my test tomorrow. Late night? I think so.

Oh...and Mr Bean Collection is AWESOME!