some hearts just get lucky sometimes
I had a date with Sir Hugh Laurie tonight. And by date, I mean I had dinner with The Gun Seller at the cutest soup/sandwich place in existence. And I read, and I laughed, and I am in love with him and his mind, basically. I couldn't help but flash to Friends, though - "Yeah, and I'll be talking to you NEVER because you're a freak who eats alone." But it was so fun, I really love spending time with myself. And going out and doing it is different than spending time with myself in my room. IDK, it just put me in a really good mood. To quote Henry David Thoreau, my personal hero, "I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude." He's definitely onto something, and he definitely gets me. I didn't want to go in when I first pulled up, but then I remembered that you're supposed to do one thing every day that scares you. So I did.
I have a paper due tomorrow on a book that I did not read. What else is new, right.
One thing that really sucks about liking someone who isn't *tremendously* famous is that there's never any fun shit on ebay. Ever. Just like, pictures and magazines that I already have. WHAT. A. DRAG. She needs to knit some more scarves or something to put on there. And by "she" I mean Lisa Edelstein. I love how I just went on the assumptive that you would have known who I was talking about. *facepalm* SORRY.
My English teacher gave me a 75% on my paper, and in his notes, he says, "You're third paragraph needs a more inclusive topic sentence." Um, what? Y-O-U-'-R-E? I mean he's an English teacher, for shit's sake. I wouldn't be considering correcting him right now if I wasn't so bitter about that 75% that should have been a 90.
I want to take a nap.
I have a paper due tomorrow on a book that I did not read. What else is new, right.
One thing that really sucks about liking someone who isn't *tremendously* famous is that there's never any fun shit on ebay. Ever. Just like, pictures and magazines that I already have. WHAT. A. DRAG. She needs to knit some more scarves or something to put on there. And by "she" I mean Lisa Edelstein. I love how I just went on the assumptive that you would have known who I was talking about. *facepalm* SORRY.
My English teacher gave me a 75% on my paper, and in his notes, he says, "You're third paragraph needs a more inclusive topic sentence." Um, what? Y-O-U-'-R-E? I mean he's an English teacher, for shit's sake. I wouldn't be considering correcting him right now if I wasn't so bitter about that 75% that should have been a 90.
I want to take a nap.