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Went to a Mark Knopfler (guitarist and singer for Dire Straits) concert last night. I turned to my brother mid-concert and said, "Do you think being a rockstar should be my backup plan for being a writer?"
He said, dryly, "Elisa. Knopfler's back-up plan was to be a journalist. You're a writer with a backup plan to be a rockstar?" He shook his head.
This further shows how much more awesome I am than my brother. He wants to like...go do boring things with his life. Bleahhh! He told me I should take the jazz seminar in Berklee (if I get money to go, anyway, which is unlikely...).
I brought falafels! and wore cute panties I didn't end up throwing. (It would have been fun to irritate my father, but I decided against it in the end.) Mmmm. Mark Knopfler. I love you. Let's be buddies.
He said, dryly, "Elisa. Knopfler's back-up plan was to be a journalist. You're a writer with a backup plan to be a rockstar?" He shook his head.
This further shows how much more awesome I am than my brother. He wants to like...go do boring things with his life. Bleahhh! He told me I should take the jazz seminar in Berklee (if I get money to go, anyway, which is unlikely...).
I brought falafels! and wore cute panties I didn't end up throwing. (It would have been fun to irritate my father, but I decided against it in the end.) Mmmm. Mark Knopfler. I love you. Let's be buddies.