I think I excel in giving boys the wrong idea. I should win an award for it. Frankly I should win an award for lots of things, but, back to boys...

Last night I took some Smirnoff over to Rob's (Tasha would have loved the stuff) and got myself quite drunk. The plan had been for Jen and I to drink the Smirnoff but then Rob had this HUGE bottle of Sky vodka so we did mad shots of that instead. I used the Smirnoff as a chaser to the great horror of everyone in the room. Charlie was around and hung out for a while. We ended up talking about some really weird shit. I swear, with those four its just sex, sex, sex, all the time. I dont even want to go into it. People would start dropping like flies. Anyways, Jen and I did what we always do when we get drunk: Dance. I think I lost a lot of weight from it because this morning I woke up skinnier then normal. Anyways, Rob who only dances when he is REALLY drunk danced for a bit then just crashed on the couch. Jen and I then taught Matty how to dance for about 2 hours. It was WAY fun. I ended up crashing with Rob on the couch for a bit because Jen had taken over dancing lesson which was OK with me since Matt was getting to experimental with were his outer limbs touched. So, everyone is getting ready to go to bed and I jack one of Matts soccer shirts to sleep in. I try to go to bed. Matt comes into Mitch's room were I am sleeping (Mitch was at home this weekend) and he is like you want some shorts, Im like fine, fine, give me shorts. SO, I put them on and Matt is like you have no idea how hot you look right now. Before this he is like watch a movie with me, Rachel dont go to bed, Rachel hang out with me. MATT: NO means NO. Im not getting on you. For the love of God. So, I have come to the conclusion Matt wants me for a few reasons. 1.) He is always horny. 2.) I was kind of walking around in a see through shirt last night with only one button done. I was HOT. God Im a scank. 3.) When its just Rob and Jen and Matt and I we both kind of third wheel it together when Rob and Jen get all cuddly. I guess next time a fat cudle-a-thon takes place on the couch Im going to have to recliner it with a blanket. This is especially not good because Mitch and Matt both live in the same house and since Mitch and I have this thing its weird when he is gone and Matt like hits on me non stop. Also, dont you think its weird when someone-elses boyfriend wants to get on you? You know, right now, I think I am caught in the middle of the biggest dysfunctional love rhombus EVER. I feel like I live in the deep south for the love of god. Ew.

All this biatching makes me realize my problems are laughable at best. Not even problems, just life really. Especially when people like Sian have major shit going down in her country and I am talking about boy problems.

I e-mailed John (who is in Iraq) about an hour ago and he just e-mailed me back. I sent him a hugely huge e-mail and in his reply e-mail he said, among other things... "God,
This is easily the greatest email I have received out here, thought I would let you know." Makes me feel good to know that my bad spelling and informative e-mails are helping someone.

Yesterday was Scotty Crowes birthday. Man he is sexy.

Sterling left for Spain on the 11th. I dont even want to know how his trip is going. He was excited to go and I can only imagine what its going to be like while he is there. Shit, thats what, shit.
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