Okay, I'm back.
I wanted to call Elissa tonight to cry to her about what happened on American Idol, but I still hadn't remembered to put her number in my cell phone. I was at work while the number was scribbled on a post-it note at home. (I'm at the radio station right now, by the way, but internet is also back at home. So, I am, indeed, back.) Maybe she wouldn't have answered anyway because she wouldn't recognize my number, but I was going to try.
Yeah, my man, Chris Daughtry, was sent home tonight. *cries* America is stupid.
Prison Break was awesome, but I mostly only got to watch it, not hear it. I worked that night, so it was recording in my room, but FOX can sometimes be really crappy in my room. That was one such night. I tried to watch it at work, but work was hectic, so I missed most of it. And then, when I got home, I found out my recording had a crappy picture and no sound. I was pissed.
Work makes me want to jump off a cliff. Or sit in a corner and cry. Whichever. Both? Maybe I can sit in the corner of a box and cry while being dropped off of a cliff.
I called Amanda today to thank her for a present she gave me. :) (And a big thanks to STURMER!)
Carmen's coming home soon for a visit. It'll be so great to see her again. And she's bringing her new boyfriend that she met in Connecticut. I think she'll be here on the 25th of this month. We're having dinner the next night. Yay! My Carmy! :D
I'm writing something for Zsu. ;) Okay, I'm writing, like, three things for Zsu. I'm far on one, not far on another, and haven't even started the third. I have to finish something for Amanda too, as part of her multi-author series.
The Black Bear Casino was fun. I went with Mom and Dad. They shared a room and I got my own. I've never actually stayed in a hotel room by myself, so that was nice for a change. And I gambled. And lost fifty bucks! Ha! I'm not sure why that makes me laugh, but it does. And I could have sworn that I saw Tristan there. He's the nasty Subway guy who used to work next door to Mobil (before he was fired for stealing money) and would beg me to sell him liquor (he was only 17) and was always hugging me and generally being a bother. And he smelled like a hyena. Eesh. Anyway, I swear he was sitting a few yards away at another slot machine, but he never turned in my direction, so I never got a good look at his face. I thought about leaving my machine and seeing if it was him, but I was afraid that the first thing he'd do is hug me. So, I waited until I lost all my money, and then I thought I'd check it out, but by then he was gone.
Also, I checked out HBO while in the hotel. "Bully" was on. I had seen it once before. It made me think of Amanda, so I watched it. What a depressing movie. And I had forgotten how much nudity is in that thing. A lot. Aside from all the sex, there are whole scenes where people will just be sitting around naked. I never do that.
Saw "Mission: Impossible 3" with Dad. Not bad. Pretty entertaining, and holy shit, Jonathan Rhys Meyers is hot! And hello, accent! Also, Philip Seymour Hoffman did a really fantastic job as the bad guy. Has he ever played a bad guy before? He's awesome.
Yesterday was Chuck's birthday. I didn't bother getting him anything yet because I may see him next month. I suppose I could send him something, but ya know what? I have no idea what to get him yet. I'm weird and like anything, but he's a little more picky. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't care to get a plastic flamingo, whereas I would be so extremely happy to get one of those for my birthday.
Speaking of my birthday, I turn 21 in two days! Yay! I'm excited by the prospect of complete freedom. Not having to worry about getting kicked out of somewhere. Going wherever I want. It'll be nice.
Okay, I have catching up to do. Hello, everybody! Here I come!
~Ferryn
Yeah, my man, Chris Daughtry, was sent home tonight. *cries* America is stupid.
Prison Break was awesome, but I mostly only got to watch it, not hear it. I worked that night, so it was recording in my room, but FOX can sometimes be really crappy in my room. That was one such night. I tried to watch it at work, but work was hectic, so I missed most of it. And then, when I got home, I found out my recording had a crappy picture and no sound. I was pissed.
Work makes me want to jump off a cliff. Or sit in a corner and cry. Whichever. Both? Maybe I can sit in the corner of a box and cry while being dropped off of a cliff.
I called Amanda today to thank her for a present she gave me. :) (And a big thanks to STURMER!)
Carmen's coming home soon for a visit. It'll be so great to see her again. And she's bringing her new boyfriend that she met in Connecticut. I think she'll be here on the 25th of this month. We're having dinner the next night. Yay! My Carmy! :D
I'm writing something for Zsu. ;) Okay, I'm writing, like, three things for Zsu. I'm far on one, not far on another, and haven't even started the third. I have to finish something for Amanda too, as part of her multi-author series.
The Black Bear Casino was fun. I went with Mom and Dad. They shared a room and I got my own. I've never actually stayed in a hotel room by myself, so that was nice for a change. And I gambled. And lost fifty bucks! Ha! I'm not sure why that makes me laugh, but it does. And I could have sworn that I saw Tristan there. He's the nasty Subway guy who used to work next door to Mobil (before he was fired for stealing money) and would beg me to sell him liquor (he was only 17) and was always hugging me and generally being a bother. And he smelled like a hyena. Eesh. Anyway, I swear he was sitting a few yards away at another slot machine, but he never turned in my direction, so I never got a good look at his face. I thought about leaving my machine and seeing if it was him, but I was afraid that the first thing he'd do is hug me. So, I waited until I lost all my money, and then I thought I'd check it out, but by then he was gone.
Also, I checked out HBO while in the hotel. "Bully" was on. I had seen it once before. It made me think of Amanda, so I watched it. What a depressing movie. And I had forgotten how much nudity is in that thing. A lot. Aside from all the sex, there are whole scenes where people will just be sitting around naked. I never do that.
Saw "Mission: Impossible 3" with Dad. Not bad. Pretty entertaining, and holy shit, Jonathan Rhys Meyers is hot! And hello, accent! Also, Philip Seymour Hoffman did a really fantastic job as the bad guy. Has he ever played a bad guy before? He's awesome.
Yesterday was Chuck's birthday. I didn't bother getting him anything yet because I may see him next month. I suppose I could send him something, but ya know what? I have no idea what to get him yet. I'm weird and like anything, but he's a little more picky. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't care to get a plastic flamingo, whereas I would be so extremely happy to get one of those for my birthday.
Speaking of my birthday, I turn 21 in two days! Yay! I'm excited by the prospect of complete freedom. Not having to worry about getting kicked out of somewhere. Going wherever I want. It'll be nice.
Okay, I have catching up to do. Hello, everybody! Here I come!
~Ferryn