School, boring, gym.
Getting ready to head to the gymmmm.
The only exciting new thing is that I have a Salvador Dali sticker on my car now, haha.
November 23, 2010
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January 13, 2010
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January 12, 2010
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Boring boring boring.
Auditions, Panda, and Andres pt 3
Auditions for my play were today. I got everyone I wanted minus one person who didn’t audition :’(
I got Panda Express from my sister, though :) So that was nice.
Andres was an idiot last night…broke plans again.
We’re going to talk tonight, because shit needs to straighten out.
I’d go in to more detail, but I’m attempting to listen to this story Elena’s tellin’ meh.
Car, phone, work.
Woo for just getting out of the shower.
Today should be unbearably boring, but I’m finally getting my car washed after like…two months, haha. It’s pretty gross.
Andddd I’m getting my phone switched back to my Palm Centro, because I luff it :)
Then work.
Boo :(
January 10, 2010
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January 9, 2010
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These are my favorite types of tattoos—a mix of traditonal American and a sugar skull. I WILL have one, someday <3
January 9, 2010
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So there’s this woman,
and she was on an airplane and she’s flying to meet her fiance, sailing high above the, the largest ocean on planet Earth, and she was seated next to this man who, you know, she had tried to start conversations, and, only really the only thing she’d heard him say was just to order his, his Bloody Mary, and… and she’s sitting there, and she’s reading this really arduous magazine article about a third world country that she couldn’t even pronounce the, the name of. She’s feeling very bored, and very… despondent. And then, suddenly, there was this huge mechanical failure and one of the, the engines gave out, and they just started falling - thirty thousand feet - the, uh, pilot on the, on the microphone and he’s, he’s saying, “um, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, oh my God, I’m ….I’m sorry.” and apologizing and, and she looks at the man, and she, and she says, she says, she says “where are we going?” and uh, and he looks at her…and he says “we’re going to a party…it, it’s a birthday party…it’s your birthday party. Happy birthday, darling! We love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much.” And then um, he starts humming this little tune, and, and, uh, it kinda goes like this, it’s kinda - one, two, one, two, three, four.
January 9, 2010
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morning, morning, morning
Just woke up. Lovely, right?
Not much to say, other than Andres called at 4:30a.m to tell me he was going to work…-_-
