I wish I could be funny.

I mean, I wish I could write comedy, and be blatantly funny, on purpose, knowing that people will get my jokes, instead of what I do now, which is throwing in the occasional smart-ass remark that Terrence and maybe a handful of other people who share my twisted brand of humor might laugh at.

I want to be funny like Polly. Or like Sars. Or Pete. Or ... someone else who's funny. And it kind of bums me that I'm not. A humor columnist I will never be, alas.

This entry sucks, doesn't it? Well, I just can't be expected to be entertaining this week -- that is, if you ever find me to be entertaining in the first place, which I realize is entirely subjective. I just have too much to get done. I'm going back to school in one week. One week, people! I'm a-scared.

Cute chiropractor guy got married over the weekend. So let's just scratch him off of the crush list right now. Which is good, 'cause that was awkward anyway. My back is feeling much better. I still can't bend forward very far, and it still hurts like a bitch when I bend or twist in the wrong direction, but it's no longer constant, mind-numbing pain. So, yay for that.

Tomorrow I'm going in for orientation at CASA, which is where I'll be doing my internship. Not sure yet whether I'll be a full-blown child advocate, or if I'll just be assisting the advocates. I really hope it's the latter, because I just don't think I have the stones to do everything being an advocate would entail.

I have that song they sing on the boat in Jaws stuck in my head.

Anyway. Saturday night, my boyfriend -- okay, so he's not; but somewhere there's an alternate universe that revolves around me, in which everything goes my way, and there, he is. He just has to be -- is going to star in in the premiere episode of Strange Frequency on VH1. Go James! It's your birthday! What exactly is a "lowly guitar techie," anyway?

On a separate yet just as obsessively fangirlish note, Berkely Breathed has finally gotten his official site all put together and up and running. Alas, he does not have a Blog. So he's still not quite as cool as Neil Gaiman. But he's pretty far up there on the cool scale. I wish I could be funny like Berkely Breathed.

See what I did there? With the tie-in and the full-circle and ... um, yeah. Nevermind.