So…um. The other day I got an email about doing a little Beck interview since the interviewer had to be a college student in the NYC area. (I’m a bit of a Beck fan.)

Being a moron, I thought about it for a few hours. My biggest problem was that yes, I am very shy, whether or not there is a camera. Long story short, I said probably not, for the sake of an intelligible interview and not puking on Beck or something. Also, I figured there were bigger Beck fans than me…

…except no, apparently the person they got isn’t as big of a Beck fan than I am, which makes this very disappointing. If I had known I’d feel like crying and puking and would completely lose my appetite all at the same time because I didn’t get to interview Beck (as opposed to my fear that that’s what would happen if I did), I wouldn’t have had to think about it.

…um, I shouldn’t have told you this. It’s embarassing. Oh well. That’s what blogs are for. You can think less of me now. My desire to go to the Beck show tonight has somewhat lessened, which is pathetic.

I think I’ll go outside and get run over by a cab.