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Aug 09, 2007 01:35

I am tommarow morning going camping up to Patosky's KOA campsite. I wouldn't really call it camping.
Maybe 'Glorified Rustic Living' is more suitable. We have cable and more movie's than you would beleive. My dad got a deal somewhere or another for around 45 VHS tapes, and they are in that strange place between 'new crap movies' and old classic type.
Most of them are nineties I think, like Striptease and Jerry Mcguire.
It is appalling though, that out of all those tapes, he didn't manage to score Sybil. Really, Sally Feild was just lovely(or not, I suppose) in it.

But anyways.
Over the past couple or nothing weeks, as I have been preparing for the Pageant, I have had several possible interveiw questions thrown at me, and I sometimes have to wonder how many other contestents bullshit entirely?

I was asked to define what a 'winner' was.
It's the person with the damned trophy, duh.
But I didn't think that answer was appropriate, what with the Little Misses and Princesses there too.

And then I was asked what my best memory was.
They really DONT want to know, I doubt.
I sometimes wonder what they would say if I said, "Well it involved Wes's tongue down my throat that day he got the keys to the training room, and we both took advantage of the fact people just assumed it was locked."

No, sometimes people say they want the answer, but they really don't. That's why I hate when people ask me what I really think of them. I don't want to know what they think of me, not REALLY, so why would they?

If I can make assumptions, so can they.

Okay so I broke to a tangent.
But anyways.
I was just observing.
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