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awesome day yesterday. i think it had gotten to the point where just everything had gone so wrong that it just became comical and then little things started turning to the good.
Bad: my bike's back wheel died and i brought it into the shop. Good: they repaired it free of charge because the manufacturer fucked up putting the inner tube in (it was twisted...wtf)
Bad: my phone will not charge unless i use all my strength to hold the charger in the port and that's only IF i get the right angle. Good: my dad will give me his upgrade on wednesday so i can get a new phone.
Bad: becca thinks my bed in nyc has bedbugs...Good: to be determined...but from the bites she's describing i really doubt it's bedbugs. if it is i'ma cry.
spent the day yesterday working the trilogy, goofing off with lesley and some ushers, chatting with elena about yoga, joking around with the men's chorus in their grim reaper costumes, then going home and make cookies and partying it up with jesse brown and a big group of people i knew, vaguely knew, or had just met. it was so nice to just chill out, sing queen and rocky horror at the top of our lungs and laugh at some people failing at beer pong.
yay for happy days. this morning's bike ride was amazing. it was finally sunny and my bike felt really good, and i sang to myself the whole ride. i made myself cry in joy as i randomly began to sing unexpected song from song and dance and it made me think of john, how thinking of him was like an unexpected song, and how the song was unexpected.
i'm lame but that's who i am and i intend to keep it that way. no more judging myself or inferiority complex. time to stop being a bitch to myself.
Bad: my bike's back wheel died and i brought it into the shop. Good: they repaired it free of charge because the manufacturer fucked up putting the inner tube in (it was twisted...wtf)
Bad: my phone will not charge unless i use all my strength to hold the charger in the port and that's only IF i get the right angle. Good: my dad will give me his upgrade on wednesday so i can get a new phone.
Bad: becca thinks my bed in nyc has bedbugs...Good: to be determined...but from the bites she's describing i really doubt it's bedbugs. if it is i'ma cry.
spent the day yesterday working the trilogy, goofing off with lesley and some ushers, chatting with elena about yoga, joking around with the men's chorus in their grim reaper costumes, then going home and make cookies and partying it up with jesse brown and a big group of people i knew, vaguely knew, or had just met. it was so nice to just chill out, sing queen and rocky horror at the top of our lungs and laugh at some people failing at beer pong.
yay for happy days. this morning's bike ride was amazing. it was finally sunny and my bike felt really good, and i sang to myself the whole ride. i made myself cry in joy as i randomly began to sing unexpected song from song and dance and it made me think of john, how thinking of him was like an unexpected song, and how the song was unexpected.
i'm lame but that's who i am and i intend to keep it that way. no more judging myself or inferiority complex. time to stop being a bitch to myself.