some facts.

1. I am often called a hipster (particularly by Isabella) and I'm not going to lie, it makes me kind of sad. People hate hipsters--I hate hipsters! They're usually pretentious and annoying and "unintentionally" ironic and it's just obnoxious. And why am I called a hipster? Because I'm a music snob. Well, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I have an amazing taste in music. I'm sorry I'm cooler than anyone in the world. I can't help that. It comes with the territory. If that makes me a hipster, fine. Now excuse me while I go take a bike ride to Hobo's and buy some vinyl and a man's old bowling shirt and meet cute boys with ironic "it's-not-cold' scarves and handlebar mustaches. (Lolrus, just kidding. I can't ride a bike.)
2. Frozen yogurt far surpasses ice cream in a delicious test. Ohana is the best place on the planet. Give me red velvet froyo for the rest of my life, and I'm totally set.
3. The cashier at the music section of Barnes and Noble tonight was really cute. And it sort of made my heart skip when he complimented me on my purchase--The Sound of The Smiths.
4. I'm pretty positive the guy I date/marry has to have a love for these things or it'll never work: Monty Python and the Holy Grail, Mystery Science Theatre 3000, The IT Crowd and Harry Potter.
5. I cannot stand when people use the Oxford comma.
6. I have to write this reflective essay for my Expository Writing class about a moment in our lives when we had to grow internally. This will make me sound horribly shallow, but I don't have a clue what to write about.