here i am.in between.
I'm listening to that sappy Delilah radio station where really desperate love puppys call in for HORRIBLE 80's songs. My mom says she likes the music. Gag. My dad is fixing our phones to where we can use our old ones, and we can disregard that crap new flip phones. He unlocked the system so we could use our sim cards for the old ones, he's a genius. Happy dance happy dance. I got home about 30 minutes ago. I helped Brandon and Lindsey with the film Lindsey was making for her class. It was so fun, I really had no idea what I was going to be doing so I threw on a sweater and lipstick, yeah threw on that lipstick. She called me while they were on their way to my house. We filmed at Arrowhead's park and Brian Corbit's house. He's a nice guy, it was good skipping into the sunset with him, hehe. After his house they took me home. At home I ate this weird steak that had horrible texture. South Beach Diet sucks. They say after the first couple of days the cravings go away. Heck yes. Last night sitting at Mazzios with everyone around me eating good greasy pizza and me choking down dry lettuce with horrible fat free ranch was the worst. But it's getting better all the time. Pistachios are my saving grace. Which is weird. Tonight was good, I needed to get out. When they called I was laying on my futon thinking and listening to The Bends cd. Happy 314 Lindsey.