hello, really long blog post, i am tessa and i say moo on sundays;;

Currently wearing: Wolverine t-shirt, pink tank underneath, Hydraulic skinny jeans, purple socks, black converse, two black hairbands on right wrist.
Currently listening to: "Guilty Pleasure" by Cobra Starship
Currently avoiding: Homework, as per usual. Along with the fact that Fiddler on the Roof (the show I'm in) opens next week, making this weekend the only free weekend I'll have all month.
Currently texting/IMing: Erm. Nobody. Because I'm freaking awesome like that. Yo.

So I just looked up my name on Google, and I got hit with the following:
- My twitter that I don't even use.
- My myspace that I do use.
- My friend Hana's myspace, wtf?
- A comment I made on the "Which Gallagher Girl Are You?" quiz.
- Tons of charity stuff.
- Tons of stuff relating to Hebrew school.
- A youtube video of me and my friend, Nicole.
- A link to a thread on GCY, lol.

I sincerely hope that nobody actually looks me up on Google, cause they'll find nothing. Poor kiddos. Apparently I'm not too exciting, blech.

So I totally realized (after rereading every single blog post I've ever posted drinking lots of coffee much thought) that I mostly got comments on my posts concerning the guys I liked or had issues with. Or the posts that Nate helped me with. Either you guys love drama or you love Nate (which would be odd, cause you've never met the guy. Creepers).

So why do I even write on this? It's easier than writing in a journal or diary, I suppose (hand cramps are not fun). But then I'd just be like, "Today I was sitting and did this random crap. Yay me." But on here I discuss stuff (well, not really, but if you prefer to read about politics, I'm a pretty big Republican) rather than recounting whateverthefuck I did during the day.

And this is interesting? Not likely. I mean, it's like reading, "OMG I ATE A TACO. YESSS" except with a broader vocabulary and random things thrown in. So it would say, "OH MY GOD I DEVOURED A CRASS BUT DELICIOUS - surveyyyyy - TACO!" Sorta. I guess? Except I don't suggest anyone eat a crass taco.

I got into an argument about politics with two Democrats today. Arguing with them was like arguing with a squirrel. They don't understand what your saying (they'd never heard of the guy who had like a bomb in his freaking pants, wtf) and you don't get their useless babbling.

Oh, and the guy claimed that the affair between JFK and Marilyn Monroe (great people, honestly, but Jackie O was a wonderful person who was born with hypertelorism, just like me :D, and cheating is the bad) was a conspiracy theory.

Moron.

Like I said, arguing with squirrels. I truly don't suggest it, unless of course you're armed with a switchblade, a flame thrower, and someone who shares your political beliefs.