Roy Rules
My recent guilty pleasure has been watching Saturday Night Live every weekend. This weekend however, I was unable to view my beloved Andy Samberg, Bill Hader, Fred Armisen, Will Forte, Darrell Hammond, Seth Meyers... the list goes on. All because I had worked at nordstrom in the POV department that day and the next day. And let me tell you. That department is not a fun and easy department like Lingerie was. I am on my feet at all times, I am supposed to ALWAYS have a smile on my face, and always have the right thing to say and know what to do. And let me tell you. I'm slightly out of practice. I could not remember for the life of me how to do a return. It took me about three times. And I'm actually nervous to do things like call other departments and other things like that. Now, this is different than Lingerie, I have to call the customer to inform them that their "alterations are ready to be picked up at the time of their convenience"... Not only do i feel silly doing this. But it's always people that I do not know. I have a hard enough time going in and talking to a teacher that I had previously in the years.
Anyways, enough with the ranting.
I'm realizing how much I have neglected this poor poor live journal. I'm sorry baby, mommy's home. You don't need to worry now. I love you just as much, if not even more.
For the most part I have been coming here to check up on the Samberg Daily blog and the Lonely Island blog. Let me tell you. I am pretty much infatuated with the whole thing.
As for the video making, it has been POSTPONED until Ashley and I can actually get some REAL free time. Which does not look very promising. I think that IB art has KILLED our once fruitful minds, now they are just pieces of dried fruit carcases. All used up if that made no sense.
Basically now I use art as a study hall. Which is nice in some ways. But you know, I could be spending my time in my nice house, sleeping. Or doing more film stuff.
Maybe I could start doing that more... hmm... that is something to think about...
Didn't get into UO. Surprise? I think not. However, I am contesting it. I scored only 19 points below the "necessary" amount to get accepted. How silly is that. It's my karma. (And now I am singing the song IN my head)
Oh! I mentioned IB testing.
Hated it.
Hated it.
Hated it.
End of story!
Anyways, if you have NO idea what the title of this little love note is. YOU NEED TO GET WITH THE TIMES! Google that shit.
Word to your Mothers.
Alex
Anyways, enough with the ranting.
I'm realizing how much I have neglected this poor poor live journal. I'm sorry baby, mommy's home. You don't need to worry now. I love you just as much, if not even more.
For the most part I have been coming here to check up on the Samberg Daily blog and the Lonely Island blog. Let me tell you. I am pretty much infatuated with the whole thing.
As for the video making, it has been POSTPONED until Ashley and I can actually get some REAL free time. Which does not look very promising. I think that IB art has KILLED our once fruitful minds, now they are just pieces of dried fruit carcases. All used up if that made no sense.
Basically now I use art as a study hall. Which is nice in some ways. But you know, I could be spending my time in my nice house, sleeping. Or doing more film stuff.
Maybe I could start doing that more... hmm... that is something to think about...
Didn't get into UO. Surprise? I think not. However, I am contesting it. I scored only 19 points below the "necessary" amount to get accepted. How silly is that. It's my karma. (And now I am singing the song IN my head)
Oh! I mentioned IB testing.
Hated it.
Hated it.
Hated it.
End of story!
Anyways, if you have NO idea what the title of this little love note is. YOU NEED TO GET WITH THE TIMES! Google that shit.
Word to your Mothers.
Alex