6-Year-Old Boyfriend Stealers & FINALLY Meeting HER.

I don't have any particular topics to discuss this time... just a weekend update pretty much (although I often tend to go off on tangents during these intended "short" summaries).

So this past weekend me and Danny went up to Clovis (by Fresno) to visit a friend. We got there Saturday evening, so our friend took us to see the town... at 10:00 at night. Pitch black is a good color

for Clovis. The next morning we went to a softball tournament for our friend's 8 & under team of the cutest little girls. They did really great (probably better than I would've done... I used to play like 10 years ago... I'll just say that people weren't exactly encouraging me to make a career out of it).

In between games, Danny and I made friends with some of the girls. Well, Imade friends with them. Danny, however, was basically stolen from me by a six-year-old named Ashley. She was glued to his lap, arms around his neck, glaring at me, when she

very sternly spoke the words "HE'S MINE" to me. I didn't

know whether to think it adorable, or to be legitimately intimidated. The next day we went to Sequoia National Forest to see the giant trees. ...and to get lost for a couple hours, see a bear, and to "plank," "teapot," "ball," "owl," "pillar," and "toothpick." The pictures explain it all. It's just as stupid as planking. And yes, we were dumb enough to do it right after having a conversation about how stupid it is. Then we came back home that night.

In other news, I had King Taco for the first time! It was yummy. I actually ate nothing but Mexican food for two days straight: King Taco, enchiladas, quesadilla, tostada... But I'm not complaining.

Now for the most exciting part of my week. Just a few hours ago, I saw my idol Vanessa Carlton IN PERSON!!! I've been dreaming about this moment for years... almost 10 years to be exact. I was hoping to go to her show in LA a few weeks ago, but I was completely broke, so I couldn't afford the cheap $25 tickets. (Yes, $25 is a lot to me. I'm cheap. I get it from my mother, who shops primarily on the clearance rack and keeps a book full of hundreds of coupons in baseball card organizers.) You can imagine my excitement when my roommate told me that Vanessa was going to be in Beverly Hills tonight. Of course, we went. It started out disastrous. We got rear-ended on the freeway on the way there, but luckily there wasn't any damage, just a little dent in the license plate. The crash felt WAY bigger than it really was. Idiot didn't get off the freeway with us either. That's LA for you. Buttloads of traffic, and a couple close calls later, we made it to the Beverly Center. We found the store, browsed a bit, were offered champagne and fancy snacks like you'd get at a party at the White House... and then SHE walked in. I was literally shaking with excitement. I took a bunch of creeper photos with my phone. Then she looked at me. She said hi to me. She asked what my name was. VANESSA CARLTON KNOWS MY NAME. Now that you think I'm a complete and utter moron for being so obsessed with her, I'll have you know we took a picture together and she touched me too! I will never wash my back again. Kidding, I'm not THAT obsessed. But overall, it was an amazing experience. And I HAVE to see her again. Because I have four CDs that need her signature on them.