Guess Who Grew Some Metaphorical Testicles?

I played guitar and sang at Coffeehouse tonight. I was decent, I was cheered for, and I was complimented by people I never expected to compliment me.

I love being onstage, but singing makes me want to vomit.

A person I know wrote two poems, and a short story, and she read them, and I loved them, but I'm too much of a pansy to say that to her face.

All in all, pretty good day. We also got cable, and my dad made pizza.

Awesome.

Sleepover tomorrow with my ex-bestfriend and Youthgroup on Sunday morning, then full day of boyfriend. Life's pretty good, I just never get to sleep.