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Wow, it is 3:30AM, I have not done my Civics essay, and I have to get up in two and a half hours.
And I kind of don't care?
Well, not true, I will be kicking myself in the morning when I wake up and realise that my essay is not done/ a piece of shit. Alternatively, I will not wake up, having not gone to sleep at all. Either way, my Civics essay will be not done/ a piece of shit.
BUT STILL
I went to La Boheme today with Ma and Harris. It was awesome, wtf. Harris and I kept being tools and singing La Vie Boheme. Then I spent the rest of the night attempting to do my essay but in fact doing anything BUT my essay, as usual. The Emma and I spammed each other with pictures of the cast at the various random parties they have. Like poor, confused Jesse Swenson trying to play snare on ~*ROCKBAND*~ After that, I sent out FB friend requests to
- Eryn Murman
- Blake Daniel
- Frances Mercanti-Anthony
- Robi Hager
Not really expecting anyone to reply, Emma started making inappropriate posts on my wall. So I retaliated. Then it got out of hand. Then WHADDYA KNOW, Frances totally accepted my request XDD wtf she is so awes
And yeah. The early hours of this morning were basically the highlight of my weekend.
EDIT - HERE IS ANOTHER REASON WHY FRANCES AND I SHOULD BE MARRIED
From her blog:
1) SpitzerGate. For those of you not in the know, our governor here in the great state of New York, Eliot Spitz-on-His-wife-n-kids has been caught in a massive scandal of high end prostitution. FUN! Apparently Eliot felt it necessary to spend upwards of $80,000 on whores over the past several years. Now here's the thing y'all. I don't have a problem with hookers. Some of my closest friends have been hookers (true story.) But $80,000 Eliot? For real? I don't know wh
at kind of creepy shit you have to be into to spend that kind of dough. But my bet is that he dresses up as a "My Little Pony" and has girls feed him oats while they brush his sparkly purple mane and he neighs in delight. I'm thinking it's a bald guy thing. It's just a theory, but I'm telling you if they find a long purple wig in his office, then I am a fucking God.
And I kind of don't care?
Well, not true, I will be kicking myself in the morning when I wake up and realise that my essay is not done/ a piece of shit. Alternatively, I will not wake up, having not gone to sleep at all. Either way, my Civics essay will be not done/ a piece of shit.
BUT STILL
I went to La Boheme today with Ma and Harris. It was awesome, wtf. Harris and I kept being tools and singing La Vie Boheme. Then I spent the rest of the night attempting to do my essay but in fact doing anything BUT my essay, as usual. The Emma and I spammed each other with pictures of the cast at the various random parties they have. Like poor, confused Jesse Swenson trying to play snare on ~*ROCKBAND*~ After that, I sent out FB friend requests to
- Eryn Murman
- Blake Daniel
- Frances Mercanti-Anthony
- Robi Hager
Not really expecting anyone to reply, Emma started making inappropriate posts on my wall. So I retaliated. Then it got out of hand. Then WHADDYA KNOW, Frances totally accepted my request XDD wtf she is so awes
And yeah. The early hours of this morning were basically the highlight of my weekend.
EDIT - HERE IS ANOTHER REASON WHY FRANCES AND I SHOULD BE MARRIED
From her blog:
1) SpitzerGate. For those of you not in the know, our governor here in the great state of New York, Eliot Spitz-on-His-wife-n-kids has been caught in a massive scandal of high end prostitution. FUN! Apparently Eliot felt it necessary to spend upwards of $80,000 on whores over the past several years. Now here's the thing y'all. I don't have a problem with hookers. Some of my closest friends have been hookers (true story.) But $80,000 Eliot? For real? I don't know wh
at kind of creepy shit you have to be into to spend that kind of dough. But my bet is that he dresses up as a "My Little Pony" and has girls feed him oats while they brush his sparkly purple mane and he neighs in delight. I'm thinking it's a bald guy thing. It's just a theory, but I'm telling you if they find a long purple wig in his office, then I am a fucking God.