&; I keep growing stronger. . .
|: Her fingers aimlessly drifted through a mass of blonde tresses that had been pulled up into a neat ponytail. Soulfilled orbs looked ahead at the illuminated screen name that sat within the room of darkness. With her other fingers, she gently touched at the bandage that secured the bridge of her nose. Caramel toned shoulders winced upward, as a small jolt of pain was sent to the area at which she had touched. Shifting in her seat, she sat indian-style in her large, leather computer chair that sat before the oak wood desk. Looking down towards the ring which was set on her index finger, a faint grin curved over her sullen features. Scratching gently at the nape of her neck, she dropped her small hands to rest above the keys as she regained her thoughts. :|
I bet you all have heard, but I broke my nose the other day in Hawaii. I flew to Hawaii on Wednesday. I thought it might be a nice place to go before work starts up, and I get busy as a bee. I was having a surfing lesson from my instrucor, when this big wave came in. I guess I acted too slow, because the next thing I knew was that his board smashed my face in. It hurt, but it's not the worst thing to face. I would rather have something broken where it may not hurt than have a broken rib, or a leg which I hear. . . hurts like a bitch and a half.
After my little incident in Hawaii, I caught a plane flight back to L.A. There, I was not meant by my "CAMERON?! OH MY GOSH!! ARE YOU REALLY THE CHARLIE'S ANGELS GIRL?!" screaming fans. They wouldn't have recognized me in my layers upon layers of bandages anyway. My flight was pretty pleasant, minus the flight attendant dropping a soda in my lap. Now that I'm back in L.A., maybe I can start to pick up on Shrek 2. The Producers don't want to go on until my throat and nose is doing alright. That will be awhile. I'm sure they could make up some silly excuse for Princess Fiona to have a weird voice in the movie, such as her having a sex change or something of that nature. That could always hack her character away, and use my messed up voice to be Shrek and the Princess's child! Yea, right.
I'm starting to think that I have really bad luck. Karma just isn't on my side. My throat is still sore, and after my nose being all stuffed up, it gets broken. Aw the most interesting things happen to me. It's funny, really.
I've been talking to wrobson lately. He's really a nice guy, and I find myself seeking a conversation with him every now and then. I'll find some sort of bribe to get him to Choreograph the next Charlies Angels, if the Producers feel like making another one. I would be honored to have him as the Choreographer, and I think it would be great to work with him. I watch re-runs of The Wade Robson Project all the time.
I bet you all have heard, but I broke my nose the other day in Hawaii. I flew to Hawaii on Wednesday. I thought it might be a nice place to go before work starts up, and I get busy as a bee. I was having a surfing lesson from my instrucor, when this big wave came in. I guess I acted too slow, because the next thing I knew was that his board smashed my face in. It hurt, but it's not the worst thing to face. I would rather have something broken where it may not hurt than have a broken rib, or a leg which I hear. . . hurts like a bitch and a half.
After my little incident in Hawaii, I caught a plane flight back to L.A. There, I was not meant by my "CAMERON?! OH MY GOSH!! ARE YOU REALLY THE CHARLIE'S ANGELS GIRL?!" screaming fans. They wouldn't have recognized me in my layers upon layers of bandages anyway. My flight was pretty pleasant, minus the flight attendant dropping a soda in my lap. Now that I'm back in L.A., maybe I can start to pick up on Shrek 2. The Producers don't want to go on until my throat and nose is doing alright. That will be awhile. I'm sure they could make up some silly excuse for Princess Fiona to have a weird voice in the movie, such as her having a sex change or something of that nature. That could always hack her character away, and use my messed up voice to be Shrek and the Princess's child! Yea, right.
I'm starting to think that I have really bad luck. Karma just isn't on my side. My throat is still sore, and after my nose being all stuffed up, it gets broken. Aw the most interesting things happen to me. It's funny, really.
I've been talking to wrobson lately. He's really a nice guy, and I find myself seeking a conversation with him every now and then. I'll find some sort of bribe to get him to Choreograph the next Charlies Angels, if the Producers feel like making another one. I would be honored to have him as the Choreographer, and I think it would be great to work with him. I watch re-runs of The Wade Robson Project all the time.