Can I have your attention?

So the other day Ashley posed (sounds much deeper than saying "asked") the question, "What if there's something I'm really good at but don't know about it?" I mean, that's probably true, seeing as how I haven't tried that many things. Sure, I covered the basics as a child by taking dance, twirling, karate, piano and playing soccer, softball, basketball, and tennis...but I never really excelled at any of these things. Maybe I would be a concert pianist by now if I'd taken lessons for more than a year? Instead I learned how to play "The Entertainer" then threw in the towel. All I learned from Karate was protect your face (or maybe that's boxing, am I mixing up childhood memories w/ "Million Dollar Baby"?). Other things I've tried that I haven't been successful at: juggling, walking on a wheel barrell (I tried to create my own circus in my backyard...as a child), singing, gymnastics (at 13, my lack of flexibility and talent forced me into the 5 year old class), writing, and I'm sure there's more, but I'll stop there before I get depressed. So what else is out there for me? Oh, one more thing, I tried stand-up comedy while drunk at 2 in the morning in front of my friends and got the distinct feeling they were laughing at me rather than with me. And I'm done. What was the point of all of this?

Recently I received a message in my friendster mail from some random guy saying this:
Hi
Cute you are.
Hmmm...nice. And strange. Did he not read that I'm only looking for friends? And not even really friends, more like people I already know. Sorry Westley, not interested I am.

I heard this great song by Petula Clark on the radio the other day and can't for the life of me remember the name of it. I'm also obsessed w/ "The Blood Arm" but I've only heard one song. But according to their website, there's only like 4 on their CD. So basically, 3 more to go to become super fan? I'm so glad I have a radio now. Did I mention that I'm now the proud owner of a '93 Cutlass Cierra? Jealous? Yeah, I inherited it from my grandpa. Little did I know when I was riding around in it, joking to my parents that "I'd give anything to have a sweet ride like this" that my dream would soon become a reality. Anything is better than the piece of sh*t I was driving...w/a passenger door that wouldn't open, no stereo, a motor that sounded like a bicycle w/ a baseball card in the spokes, and water in the floor boards. Maybe that's how I should advertise it on craigslist...any buyers?

Oh, and I've been out of the celeb gossip loop, seeing as how I never read blogs anymore and stopped reading gossip magazines (I'm an intellectual now, I read scripts). But Paris Hilton is dating a guy...named Paris? Funny. (Sometimes it's the simple coincidences that amuse me).
R.