If you never read this blog or you never pay attention to what I say and therefore only learn one single fact about me, it is that I really hate driving at night. I believe I have bad night vision because all the car's headlights look too bright to me and I always worry about steering the car into parked cars on the street or something trying to avoid the bright headlights. Is everyone intentionally driving with their high beams on or am I just too sensitive?

I drive at night whenever I'm picking my brother up from band practice. I like picking him up from band practice because the colorguard instructor is a total hottie. Like, California hottie, which paints an exact picture, huh? Surfer, extremely tan, thin with super duper white teeth that stand out even at night. That kind of hot. Which isn't the top listed kind of hot in my book, but hot is hot so whatev.

Today I spent some time on XY.com and responded to a few profiles. I was telling my friend (in a snobbish voice - "From Harvard") about how I responded to about five profiles in my whole entire life. Today I responded to about three or four, I don't remember. The thing is, I never really know what to say in these responses. Should I sound sarcastic? Should I be serious? What should I say? So I just said random things. XY.com has a lot of pretty cute boys. Way out of my league. But we always try, right?

Speaking of which, when I was visiting my aunts they kept saying that I was very photogenic and I have a mature look in photographs. They liked my square jawline/chin. And I should take professional photoshots or something. Perhaps they were joking but I was certainly grinning from ear to ear.

Over the past few weeks, my self esteem level has risen quite noticeably. Perhaps it is evident in my revivication of my blog.