Disjointed thoughts
These are some songs that I really think are great even though they're kind of bad:
"If You Could Read My Mind" by Gordon Lightfoot
"Leaving on a Jet PLane" by John Denver
"Hotel California" by The Eagles (this is easily the worst of the lot)
I am also lately really obsessed with Fleetwood Mac but they're not even fake bad, they're just really good, plus EVERYONE is really obsessed with Fleetwood Mac right now.
I missed class this morning because there was no class at 509 and I didn't feel like taking a TDT company class. So instead I'm going to the Y for yoga and swimming.
I also missed class yesterday for no good reason other than bed is a really great place.
I'm off next week with MTDC to perform around the GTA. something like 16 kids shows in two weeks. 16!!! Many shows, many kids.
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I made a new friend, her name is Gwen. It fulfills my grade six self's biggest dream of a)being named Gwen b)being best friends with someone named Gwen c)being Gwen Stefani's best friend and basically being, looking like, and exuding her every inch of gloriously platinum haired polyester tops being.
There are no men right now. Where are all the men?
"If You Could Read My Mind" by Gordon Lightfoot
"Leaving on a Jet PLane" by John Denver
"Hotel California" by The Eagles (this is easily the worst of the lot)
I am also lately really obsessed with Fleetwood Mac but they're not even fake bad, they're just really good, plus EVERYONE is really obsessed with Fleetwood Mac right now.
I missed class this morning because there was no class at 509 and I didn't feel like taking a TDT company class. So instead I'm going to the Y for yoga and swimming.
I also missed class yesterday for no good reason other than bed is a really great place.
I'm off next week with MTDC to perform around the GTA. something like 16 kids shows in two weeks. 16!!! Many shows, many kids.
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I made a new friend, her name is Gwen. It fulfills my grade six self's biggest dream of a)being named Gwen b)being best friends with someone named Gwen c)being Gwen Stefani's best friend and basically being, looking like, and exuding her every inch of gloriously platinum haired polyester tops being.
There are no men right now. Where are all the men?