I asked her out. I think I asked her out. To go bowling. Because she said she was bad at it. What the deuce. Ok, I honestly wasn't planning on talking about romance in this Collection of Comedic Autobiographic Writing, (I’m gonna call it COCAW now) but you may find this interesting. This girl, Meredith, I had heard rumors of having a crush on me. So I considered the possibility, and to be honest, I’m not sure what I thought. I don’t know what I think. We were on Facebook Messenger late last night and kissy emoticons were going on, and I’d finished watching Death Note for the night and we have so much in common.

OH MY GOD TYLER’S SINGING LET IT GO FROM FROZEN MULTI LANGUAGE STYLE AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO THINK

Where was I…

Oh yeah. So much in common both nerdy and personality-wise. So I just

sorta

asked.

And I have no idea why. Something inside me just...made me do it. Like my body went off on it’s own...damn I just realized, this isn’t the first time. It happened during my improv audition, (which may have been my downfall) and after both farts occuring during or near my first kisses in the past* and during countless solo days. Come to think of it, it happens during really any conversation in which I have a tremendous and extremely overthought counter argument, and usually ends in the other person getting mad at me and me regaining consciousness and desperately trying to explain and unsay anything I said. But this time was different. It felt...right. Like I had some say in the matter.

Me (after an endless emoticon war): I’ve got a question for you.

Meredith: Ask away!

Me: Do you

Me: Uh

Me: Maybe

Me: Uh

Me: Wanna go out sometime ^-^”

Me: ?

Meredith: yea!!

Eventually, I asked her if she liked bowling to which se replied that she’s bad at ut, so that’s what I decided on. Google certainly gives good date suggestions. So I guess Sunday is the day. I’ll tell you what goes down.

Now Dustin’s performing after nearly dying, you know, the literal way. Good for him, it was really a miraculous recovery by the way. It’s probably worth mentioning that convocation’s going on right now. Dammit this is starting to sound like a diary. Well, SHUT UP. IT’S COCAW. I let other people read this stuff, which should be enough proof. I’ll make sure the problem never occurs again. And I’ve got nothing against Surf.

Also the piano director is Dr. Eggman.