Spring is here. Adore my creaminess when I start sporting the skirts.
Oh my dear gosh!
NO ONE CARES!!!
[Writer's Note: This is not an ambiguous statement, rather only tiny minority of you will understand the context of the sentence.]
Anyway, I LOVE my new Sondheim piece for voice. It's jazzy, languid, and while it's still in the soprano range, it's HOTT!
Last night I went with Jeremy and Kat to MurderFist at Brother's. My second non-gay experience at a gay bar. The first being this summer with Bill's Fill-up Station in Fort Lauderdale (off Dixie Highway if you're interested!) to use their ATM. Anyway, we came late because I waited for Kat and made her a quesadill-a, being the caring friend that I am. I had actually seen the one that we walked into the middle of, they did it in Smaller and Fiercer earlier this semester. Anyway, the sketch comedy was...interesting. How could you go wrong with Pope humour?
Well, during the "intermission," my neighbor in the next building, Holden, came up to me. Apparentely, he was elated that I was there, especially since I was a theatre major. He (re)introduced himself and told me he didn't know my name. While this was being drawn out, I pondered in my conscious whether he had any idea that not only had we already formally met besides our friendly encounters around the HOK and FAB, but we had a class together. There was only like, 15 people or so in the class. John Degen, our teacher DIED in the middle of the semester! Did he NOT remember ANY of this? Then while smiling and nodding at him, it occured to me that I remember people much more easily than the rest. Most people recognize me, even if they don't personally know me (I get around, what can I say?), but they can't seem to place the specifics if and when we've actually met. A long time ago in Weston, I went to this guy's house with my friend Nikki and she introduced me to him. He said he already knew me (Not really). We had reading class together (Same teacher. Didn't have the same class.) the year before...
Anyway, Jeremy was too quiet for our liking and I had to rough him up a bit so he would talk. Earlier in the evening, I discovered that we still had some fireworks in residence so after MurderFist, we shot some off and went to Taco Bell. Dat's how I do it, bitches.
Today, I need to find a job, study, do laundry, get Metamorphoses tickets, and finish Traffic school. Pipe Dreams...just like the time I wanted to be an interpretive dancer...Tonight I'm supposed to go with Jeremy to some Jap/Chink (yes, I just classified it as that) restaurant that I've never been to. Well, it better not SUCK or I'll go on a murderous rampage. Mostly, I just like decappin' people. Love, Carly.
NO ONE CARES!!!
[Writer's Note: This is not an ambiguous statement, rather only tiny minority of you will understand the context of the sentence.]
Anyway, I LOVE my new Sondheim piece for voice. It's jazzy, languid, and while it's still in the soprano range, it's HOTT!
Last night I went with Jeremy and Kat to MurderFist at Brother's. My second non-gay experience at a gay bar. The first being this summer with Bill's Fill-up Station in Fort Lauderdale (off Dixie Highway if you're interested!) to use their ATM. Anyway, we came late because I waited for Kat and made her a quesadill-a, being the caring friend that I am. I had actually seen the one that we walked into the middle of, they did it in Smaller and Fiercer earlier this semester. Anyway, the sketch comedy was...interesting. How could you go wrong with Pope humour?
Well, during the "intermission," my neighbor in the next building, Holden, came up to me. Apparentely, he was elated that I was there, especially since I was a theatre major. He (re)introduced himself and told me he didn't know my name. While this was being drawn out, I pondered in my conscious whether he had any idea that not only had we already formally met besides our friendly encounters around the HOK and FAB, but we had a class together. There was only like, 15 people or so in the class. John Degen, our teacher DIED in the middle of the semester! Did he NOT remember ANY of this? Then while smiling and nodding at him, it occured to me that I remember people much more easily than the rest. Most people recognize me, even if they don't personally know me (I get around, what can I say?), but they can't seem to place the specifics if and when we've actually met. A long time ago in Weston, I went to this guy's house with my friend Nikki and she introduced me to him. He said he already knew me (Not really). We had reading class together (Same teacher. Didn't have the same class.) the year before...
Anyway, Jeremy was too quiet for our liking and I had to rough him up a bit so he would talk. Earlier in the evening, I discovered that we still had some fireworks in residence so after MurderFist, we shot some off and went to Taco Bell. Dat's how I do it, bitches.
Today, I need to find a job, study, do laundry, get Metamorphoses tickets, and finish Traffic school. Pipe Dreams...just like the time I wanted to be an interpretive dancer...Tonight I'm supposed to go with Jeremy to some Jap/Chink (yes, I just classified it as that) restaurant that I've never been to. Well, it better not SUCK or I'll go on a murderous rampage. Mostly, I just like decappin' people. Love, Carly.