one thing or the other...
So on this weekend:
Friday the Fantasticals went to see that Emily Rose movie. Despite the fact that 15 minutes into it we were crying and debating going home, and despite that fact that we spent the entire movie clutching each other like the rapture was coming, it was not that scary. And not that good. But it did lead us to the conclusion that one of my ex's was clearly possessed. "I am the he who dwells within...."
Saturday: I have met my soulmate and of course he/she is a drag queen. My bathroom rug is destroyed from a drunken incedent with a loveley creature name Valentine and a diet coke. Mosh pits still exist, and the damage done to my poor feet may be irreversible. My pedicure is still impecable, but it feels like an asian family came into my apartment in the nite and bound my feet. All in all, I learned hanging out with two people who have gender identifiction issues can be the best thing that will happen to you in a while.
Today I went to school and decided that all of my classes should have funny nicknames.
East Asian History: SuperHappyLuckyGoldenHistory
Math 091: Mathtard
English 101: Gia, shut up.
Chicago History: The Irish are Drunk again, and we hate them.
well they're funny to me anyways.
Through all of these classes i found myself daydreaming about how much i wanted to be anywhere that someone was saying "Muscovite Period" or "False Dimitri" instead of "Topic Sentence" or "Multiply by the Recipricol" Yes, i dream small. That's what they teach you to do when you grow up middle class.
In other news i think i am finally starting to climb out of the belljar. As Dawn says:
"You know, you tip the belljar over and it can be a martini class!"
AMEN.
Friday the Fantasticals went to see that Emily Rose movie. Despite the fact that 15 minutes into it we were crying and debating going home, and despite that fact that we spent the entire movie clutching each other like the rapture was coming, it was not that scary. And not that good. But it did lead us to the conclusion that one of my ex's was clearly possessed. "I am the he who dwells within...."
Saturday: I have met my soulmate and of course he/she is a drag queen. My bathroom rug is destroyed from a drunken incedent with a loveley creature name Valentine and a diet coke. Mosh pits still exist, and the damage done to my poor feet may be irreversible. My pedicure is still impecable, but it feels like an asian family came into my apartment in the nite and bound my feet. All in all, I learned hanging out with two people who have gender identifiction issues can be the best thing that will happen to you in a while.
Today I went to school and decided that all of my classes should have funny nicknames.
East Asian History: SuperHappyLuckyGoldenHistory
Math 091: Mathtard
English 101: Gia, shut up.
Chicago History: The Irish are Drunk again, and we hate them.
well they're funny to me anyways.
Through all of these classes i found myself daydreaming about how much i wanted to be anywhere that someone was saying "Muscovite Period" or "False Dimitri" instead of "Topic Sentence" or "Multiply by the Recipricol" Yes, i dream small. That's what they teach you to do when you grow up middle class.
In other news i think i am finally starting to climb out of the belljar. As Dawn says:
"You know, you tip the belljar over and it can be a martini class!"
AMEN.