My mom kicked Kristy Lee Cook's ass.

Yes, it's true. But I will get to that story in a bit.

First, Honor Society is honest-to-God stalking me. Not that I'm complaining. They can stalk me all they want.

But seriously ... first they creeped my Myspace pictures to find my pink guitar, then left me a comment about it.

Now they're creeping my YouTube videos.

I have several videos posted on YouTube of me doing covers of songs. One of the old songs I did was "This Bed Is An Ocean".

So I log on to YouTube today, only to find that I have a three-day-old comment from Honor Society on my old cover! This is what they said:

That was pretty great!! Keep singing - we'll watch out for your next song :)

Only I already have a cover of another one of their songs posted, but that's beside the point.

Honor Society is stalking me. And I love it. :]


And tonight I got a phone call from my mom. She went down to Oregon this weekend to ride her horse (which is currently in training with a world-level trainer that's worth the eight-hour drive). And today she took Kira to a schooling show, just to ride her and get used to the way that Larry has been riding her before the APHA show season starts.

So my mom was at this schooling show, and it turns out that Kristy Lee Cook was also competing. You know, the country singer from the last season of American Idol. Who I didn't like on the show, but changed my mind after I heard her first country single. Yeah, that Kristy.

Anyways, so Kristy was also competing, but only under a different name. I forget what name she used. My mom got to talking with her about horse stuff, and said that Kristy is SUPER nice. And Kristy adores my mom's horse, apparently.

So after my mom and Kristy became buddies (I swear, my mom can befriend anyone), she whooped her ass in all the classes. Haha. My mom said it's very obvious that Kristy does barrel racing.

Yeah ... that's my story for the day. Sorry it sounded more interesting. :]

I'm starving, and I'm going to go get some food. Even though it's almost 11pm. Don't hate.


Oh. Yet another weird MySpace guy:



I don't get it. Why can't I attract normal people? Why does it have to be all the freaks and old guys?!