British actors and feline illness
i have just made a very important life decision:
i am going to travel to england, find the real-life equivalent of every character Colin Firth has ever played, and marry him.
the end.
so, my tickets for NY in october have been purchased! I'll be there from the 18th to the 23rd. i'm really excited. i do feel kinda guilty about missing practically a week of rehearsal, but....well, when am i gonna have the opportunity to just drop everything and go on a vacation on my parents' dime again? probably never. so, fuck it. they can deal without me. it's my fucking birthday!
i just have to share this... i was really concerned about my spanish class, because it's been so long since i took the first semester. but let me tell you....every time i feel dumb, i listen to someone else in the class. i may have a less-than-stellar vocabulary, but at least i understand everything else. there is one chick in the class....oh man. she's probably like 27 or 28, and she's one of those people who gets stressed out if she doesn't do everything PERFECTLY. honestly, she may not be as stupid as she seems, but asking a question about everything is not doing anything for her. and honestly, she's still probably as stupid as she seems.... it's funny, because every time she asks a question (which, most of the time, has already been answered), the teacher just gets this look...she kinda rolls her eyes and takes a deep breath, then helps her. she's that girl that every time she talks, the rest of the class sighs and shakes their heads. you know the one i'm talking about. the funniest part to me is that she has a kid. i mean, ponder this for a second: what must it be like to learn that your mother is a fucking moron? i feel sorry for that child...
i just want everyone in norman and everyone who's thinking of calling me before 2pm on Monday to know: i have the day off monday. no school, no work. so, i plan to get completely wasted on Sunday night. i think i'll go to the mont first, then come home and finish off the spiced rum from Kansas City (which i have to be drunk to drink much of...not a big fan). please, come join me. and if you can't, just know that i plan to drink into the early morning, and don't expect to be awake until 2 at the earliest. so don't try to call me before that.
thus endeth my public service announcement for the day :-D
so, Donna, my new roommate, has a cat. you may be surprised to hear...i think it's cute. i also think it's sick. with like earmites or something? that's what Monte said. the poor thing just looks miserable. he keeps scratching his face, and shaking his head. donna said she checked for fleas, and i have a hard time believing that Terri would have just not noticed if he had them, so i'm sure it's not that. (btw, the cat is/was Terri's...her landlord made her get rid of it. yay for getting a free, litterbox trained cat). anyway, the point i was gonna make is that it's a sweet little thing, and since i have no responsibility toward it except to pet it, i think i'm okay with it. it's a bit emotionally needy, so sometimes i just want it to leave me the fuck alone, but i think it'll be alright.
if Donna is around enough to take care of it, that is. she and i are...well, i guess we're going through that initial getting-used-to-each-other phase. i have no real (and by that, i mean rational) issues with her except that she's spent so many nights somewhere other than the apartment, which means that i've had to feed her cat. but we've talked about that, and it won't be an issue anymore. so really, it's just an issue of people who don't know each other very well getting used to living together. it doesn't help that i've been here so long that it feels a little bit like she's intruding. don't get me wrong, she's a good kid, and we get along well, but i think for a little while i have a right to ...well, resent her a little bit. that sounds awful.... anyway, it'll be fine. i'm just weird....
wow, i apologize for myself alot when i feel like i might offend someone. it's not like i haven't talked to donna about this stuff. i'm not just harboring bitchiness or anything.
i'm really over that topic. in fact, i should probably just be over the whole blogging thing, and do some spanish and/or crucible work. Yeah, that's what i'll do.
i am going to travel to england, find the real-life equivalent of every character Colin Firth has ever played, and marry him.
the end.
so, my tickets for NY in october have been purchased! I'll be there from the 18th to the 23rd. i'm really excited. i do feel kinda guilty about missing practically a week of rehearsal, but....well, when am i gonna have the opportunity to just drop everything and go on a vacation on my parents' dime again? probably never. so, fuck it. they can deal without me. it's my fucking birthday!
i just have to share this... i was really concerned about my spanish class, because it's been so long since i took the first semester. but let me tell you....every time i feel dumb, i listen to someone else in the class. i may have a less-than-stellar vocabulary, but at least i understand everything else. there is one chick in the class....oh man. she's probably like 27 or 28, and she's one of those people who gets stressed out if she doesn't do everything PERFECTLY. honestly, she may not be as stupid as she seems, but asking a question about everything is not doing anything for her. and honestly, she's still probably as stupid as she seems.... it's funny, because every time she asks a question (which, most of the time, has already been answered), the teacher just gets this look...she kinda rolls her eyes and takes a deep breath, then helps her. she's that girl that every time she talks, the rest of the class sighs and shakes their heads. you know the one i'm talking about. the funniest part to me is that she has a kid. i mean, ponder this for a second: what must it be like to learn that your mother is a fucking moron? i feel sorry for that child...
i just want everyone in norman and everyone who's thinking of calling me before 2pm on Monday to know: i have the day off monday. no school, no work. so, i plan to get completely wasted on Sunday night. i think i'll go to the mont first, then come home and finish off the spiced rum from Kansas City (which i have to be drunk to drink much of...not a big fan). please, come join me. and if you can't, just know that i plan to drink into the early morning, and don't expect to be awake until 2 at the earliest. so don't try to call me before that.
thus endeth my public service announcement for the day :-D
so, Donna, my new roommate, has a cat. you may be surprised to hear...i think it's cute. i also think it's sick. with like earmites or something? that's what Monte said. the poor thing just looks miserable. he keeps scratching his face, and shaking his head. donna said she checked for fleas, and i have a hard time believing that Terri would have just not noticed if he had them, so i'm sure it's not that. (btw, the cat is/was Terri's...her landlord made her get rid of it. yay for getting a free, litterbox trained cat). anyway, the point i was gonna make is that it's a sweet little thing, and since i have no responsibility toward it except to pet it, i think i'm okay with it. it's a bit emotionally needy, so sometimes i just want it to leave me the fuck alone, but i think it'll be alright.
if Donna is around enough to take care of it, that is. she and i are...well, i guess we're going through that initial getting-used-to-each-other phase. i have no real (and by that, i mean rational) issues with her except that she's spent so many nights somewhere other than the apartment, which means that i've had to feed her cat. but we've talked about that, and it won't be an issue anymore. so really, it's just an issue of people who don't know each other very well getting used to living together. it doesn't help that i've been here so long that it feels a little bit like she's intruding. don't get me wrong, she's a good kid, and we get along well, but i think for a little while i have a right to ...well, resent her a little bit. that sounds awful.... anyway, it'll be fine. i'm just weird....
wow, i apologize for myself alot when i feel like i might offend someone. it's not like i haven't talked to donna about this stuff. i'm not just harboring bitchiness or anything.
i'm really over that topic. in fact, i should probably just be over the whole blogging thing, and do some spanish and/or crucible work. Yeah, that's what i'll do.