15 January 2003

Nationals rock my socks

Okay. Yeah. This has been quite a week so far. I'm in love! With a man (or ten)! Plaza 0 double 4 double 3!!! Okay, quoting random Broadway musicals is never a good thing. I just... wow. Nationals is the best. I wanna go every year. Every single year! It's so amazing. You're face to face with all of the country's best skaters. Including ones you are currently obsessed with and ones you used to be obsessed with. And just... the competitions. I am so going to have heart failure this week! I get so nervous over ever little thing! Like this afternoon... sheesh! I didn't expect to CRY. But I did. They so deserved to be in first. Whatever, I'm a sore loser-fan. I would name names, but spoilers and all, so I'm not going to.

This week has been great for my relationship with my mom. We rediscovered our friendship. What we used to have before this crazy trip we've been on. I love her with all my heart. And she's the best. She's giving me "flirting advice". She's realized that I'm turning down all these guys. (I didn't realize this) So she's helping me to leave "positive ends" and realized that guys do like me. They do "check me out". Unfortunately, the first guy to fall under our new "Let's boost Phoebe's confidence level by showing her how many guys 'check her out'" plan just happened to be someone I used to be completely obsessed with. Yes, that's right my friends. Timothy Goebel. It took Mommy's pointing it out numerous times, two winks from Timmy, about seven "hey"s from Timmy, and hours of convincing by my mom to get me to believe it. But I'm finally coming to terms with it. And it's the most fucking freaky thing ever.

Okay, enough about that. It still scares me to think about it. I saw/kinda met a really cute and good figure skater who I hadn't seen before Tuesday. His name is Evan Lysacek. And he's bloody brilliant! He's so amazing, I hope he makes it. He's only a year older than me and so cute! How I (kinda) met him: I was telling my mom how wonderful I thought he was and how he's going to be the next big skater and I could totally see him as National or even World champion. She elbowed me in the ribs and whispered, "He's right behind you." Ooooooh, shit. I turn around, and there he is! He gives me THE MOST adorable smile ever and I kind of give a weak smile back, accompanied with the traditional embarressed "heheh". At least I wasn't going on about how cute he was!

Well, I'm exhausted, so I'm gonna hit the sack. Oh yeah, one more thing. I realized today that I have a thing for guys born in 1978. Thought I'd say that.

Love,
Phoebe

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