I...
...pretty much got the best surprise today at pie in the sky when we went to buy sandwiches before open mic. I went on the computer and apparently my new ROOMATE found me on myspace. And it made me really excited to go to school. She seems really cool, and we have a few things in common and seem to both have a similar sense of humor. But I still have two things that worry me: 1) She's about two feet tall (ok, she's 5'2), skinny, blonde, etc. and 2) she loves to act. Yeah, um, I can sense a fear of a Laura Losi repeat. However, she's not a fuckin' over-emotional pisces, she's a taurus, so we should get along very well I hope.
But don't worry, that in no way means I'm ever going to replace you.
And apparently I'm going to be getting another surprise soon. But, ew, I dunno. I'll be flattered, but I'm never one to be very passionate about "thank you"s. I'm always like, "Thanks." And they always seem nonchalant, but I do appreciate things.
I've got a secret. You made me ______.
I'm sorry you didn't come out with us tonight. We would have loved it. But, circumstances didn't allow, unfortunately.
I'm excited for Friday. Fuckin' Lachesment. No bullshit, guys, or you're fuckin' out.
I have to go shopping with my mother tomorrow for I don't even know what. Aka I'll be going through nicotine withdrawls for most of the day, with a dash of "I fucking hate department store regulars." Although, I think it's just going to be WalMart, which I can handle far better than Target.
I need a favor. You're going to say it's cute. I'll think it's lame. We'll both make fun of me. But just help.
Hahah, so now you know about the tri. I love the exchange of inside information. Without saying too much, of course.
The sandwich I had when I got home was probably better than the one I had at open mic.
And Amanda's performance was awesome. Aka two minutes of rapping poetry. But I'm really proud of her, even though she was shitting her pants nervous.
Nervous.
Peace.
But don't worry, that in no way means I'm ever going to replace you.
And apparently I'm going to be getting another surprise soon. But, ew, I dunno. I'll be flattered, but I'm never one to be very passionate about "thank you"s. I'm always like, "Thanks." And they always seem nonchalant, but I do appreciate things.
I've got a secret. You made me ______.
I'm sorry you didn't come out with us tonight. We would have loved it. But, circumstances didn't allow, unfortunately.
I'm excited for Friday. Fuckin' Lachesment. No bullshit, guys, or you're fuckin' out.
I have to go shopping with my mother tomorrow for I don't even know what. Aka I'll be going through nicotine withdrawls for most of the day, with a dash of "I fucking hate department store regulars." Although, I think it's just going to be WalMart, which I can handle far better than Target.
I need a favor. You're going to say it's cute. I'll think it's lame. We'll both make fun of me. But just help.
Hahah, so now you know about the tri. I love the exchange of inside information. Without saying too much, of course.
The sandwich I had when I got home was probably better than the one I had at open mic.
And Amanda's performance was awesome. Aka two minutes of rapping poetry. But I'm really proud of her, even though she was shitting her pants nervous.
Nervous.
Peace.