let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
UGH. I haven't updated in an eternity. My mom got mad at me lol. "I have nothing to read at work!!!"
It is mainly because I am still SICK AS SHIT and just pretty much sleep all day or at least lay down and do nothing. I just haven't felt anything entry-worthy in the past two days.
That's not true. There's stuff I can talk about I guess. I just didn't want to be BOARING and all ~RL~y.
→ I've spent the better part of my waking hours ~waxing mah man~. I'M NOT MAKING HIM. HE ASKED ME TO, OKAY. And no I can't say that I'm complaining. He wanted to do it for our photoshoot and also because he's doing a new workout thing and wants to be able to see the improvement and definition. Which I understand, so. AND! His brilliant sister! I love her! The first time I went over there to do it, she was taking pictures the whole time! She is so amazingly talented! And her photos are so great, I don't even have to crop or color them (unless I want to do b&w). It is amazing. And her camera is so badass, and she's got this huge flash thing and skldjfhas. Love her. SHE TOOK OVER 200. I just might spam you later. She's got such a beautiful eye for composition and really has a knack for snapping at the right time.
& one MOAR, in which you can see his face. if you're curious.
→ On the way to the grocery store, he gave me a piece of paper and said, "Read this out loud - get it in your head." And it was Mia Michaels poetry. I died that he dug it up and printed it off and had it of his own volition. And as I was reading it, he had commentary, as if he'd already read it several times. He just really appreciates it and loves it. And Paula Abdul!! I was like, "OH! I have an idea for us, I saw it in a Paula Abdul video." We tried to do it and failed and he was like, "What video?" So I told him and he got his computer and youtubed it. And we were picking out poses and dance moves that we liked and he was screen-shotting them and I was dying of flail. "I like Paula," he says (I HAVE NEVER, EVER SO MUCH AS MENTIONED HER TO HIM, so he doesn't even know I like her, right), and proceeds to tell me that he used to listen to her tapes before bed when he was a little kid, and then sings Cold Hearted. And knows the words and all the sound effects. He told me that he likes her mentality and that when people make fun of her, he's like "whatever", because he "feels like he really knows who she is" underneath it all. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ Ugh you have no IDEA what a relief this is to me that he doesn't hate her or think she's crazy.
→ New classes start on Tuesday. I am less than thrilled. Philosophy of Art (seriously, the only reason I'm going to live), Human Communication, Archeology & Prehistory, and Survey of Chemistry. GROSS. Chemistry I'm kind of looking forward to, I guess. I don't know. SCHOOL. EW.
→ Mette has been calling me NON-STOP, all day every day. And I would pick up, but I don't want to reward this behavior. So I said on the day that she only calls me once and leaves a message, I will call her back. It is insane, there are points where she calls every 5 minutes. And she never leaves messages at all and wth. WHY. What is so fucking urgent? I hate hate HATE when people abuse my phone.
→ I MADE A TRIPTYCH FOR MY ROOM! I want to find a frame that has three slots and I want this on the wall behind my bed.
→ Celine Dion was so amazing this morning. I was coming home this morning kind of upset, and I'd had my Ingrid Michaelson CD in the car from the night before. I played it last night and it was completely fine, but this morning it started skipping. How the fuck did that happen? How'd it get scratched SITTING IN THE CD PLAYER NOT EVEN BEING TOUCHED. I ejected it to clean it off and what song was starting on the radio? My Heart Will Go On. I started bawling. They always find ways to get to me when I'm going through something. Speaking of, I got an amazing book from iwant_sprinkles that a fan wrote about Judy Garland and how looking up to famous people and people we don't even know can completely change us, and what it means to be a fan. It is absolutely beautiful and makes me cry whenever I think about it.
→ Catherine! hihoplastic! I got your card! LOVE IT. All of the quotes and confetti! You are too awesome! Thank you!! ♥ ♥ ♥
→ I started reading Freak Show. And can I just say that I fucking adore James St. James? The book reads like a livejournal! He uses CAPSLOCK and says "SQUEAL!!" and starts sentences with "And" and it's just like a fucking journal entry, it's just thoughts thrown onto paper like he's addressing an audience. LOVE IT.
AND THOSE ARE MY PAST TWO DAYS. *takes a bow*
It is mainly because I am still SICK AS SHIT and just pretty much sleep all day or at least lay down and do nothing. I just haven't felt anything entry-worthy in the past two days.
That's not true. There's stuff I can talk about I guess. I just didn't want to be BOARING and all ~RL~y.
→ I've spent the better part of my waking hours ~waxing mah man~. I'M NOT MAKING HIM. HE ASKED ME TO, OKAY. And no I can't say that I'm complaining. He wanted to do it for our photoshoot and also because he's doing a new workout thing and wants to be able to see the improvement and definition. Which I understand, so. AND! His brilliant sister! I love her! The first time I went over there to do it, she was taking pictures the whole time! She is so amazingly talented! And her photos are so great, I don't even have to crop or color them (unless I want to do b&w). It is amazing. And her camera is so badass, and she's got this huge flash thing and skldjfhas. Love her. SHE TOOK OVER 200. I just might spam you later. She's got such a beautiful eye for composition and really has a knack for snapping at the right time.
& one MOAR, in which you can see his face. if you're curious.
→ On the way to the grocery store, he gave me a piece of paper and said, "Read this out loud - get it in your head." And it was Mia Michaels poetry. I died that he dug it up and printed it off and had it of his own volition. And as I was reading it, he had commentary, as if he'd already read it several times. He just really appreciates it and loves it. And Paula Abdul!! I was like, "OH! I have an idea for us, I saw it in a Paula Abdul video." We tried to do it and failed and he was like, "What video?" So I told him and he got his computer and youtubed it. And we were picking out poses and dance moves that we liked and he was screen-shotting them and I was dying of flail. "I like Paula," he says (I HAVE NEVER, EVER SO MUCH AS MENTIONED HER TO HIM, so he doesn't even know I like her, right), and proceeds to tell me that he used to listen to her tapes before bed when he was a little kid, and then sings Cold Hearted. And knows the words and all the sound effects. He told me that he likes her mentality and that when people make fun of her, he's like "whatever", because he "feels like he really knows who she is" underneath it all. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ Ugh you have no IDEA what a relief this is to me that he doesn't hate her or think she's crazy.
→ New classes start on Tuesday. I am less than thrilled. Philosophy of Art (seriously, the only reason I'm going to live), Human Communication, Archeology & Prehistory, and Survey of Chemistry. GROSS. Chemistry I'm kind of looking forward to, I guess. I don't know. SCHOOL. EW.
→ Mette has been calling me NON-STOP, all day every day. And I would pick up, but I don't want to reward this behavior. So I said on the day that she only calls me once and leaves a message, I will call her back. It is insane, there are points where she calls every 5 minutes. And she never leaves messages at all and wth. WHY. What is so fucking urgent? I hate hate HATE when people abuse my phone.
→ I MADE A TRIPTYCH FOR MY ROOM! I want to find a frame that has three slots and I want this on the wall behind my bed.
→ Celine Dion was so amazing this morning. I was coming home this morning kind of upset, and I'd had my Ingrid Michaelson CD in the car from the night before. I played it last night and it was completely fine, but this morning it started skipping. How the fuck did that happen? How'd it get scratched SITTING IN THE CD PLAYER NOT EVEN BEING TOUCHED. I ejected it to clean it off and what song was starting on the radio? My Heart Will Go On. I started bawling. They always find ways to get to me when I'm going through something. Speaking of, I got an amazing book from iwant_sprinkles that a fan wrote about Judy Garland and how looking up to famous people and people we don't even know can completely change us, and what it means to be a fan. It is absolutely beautiful and makes me cry whenever I think about it.
→ Catherine! hihoplastic! I got your card! LOVE IT. All of the quotes and confetti! You are too awesome! Thank you!! ♥ ♥ ♥
→ I started reading Freak Show. And can I just say that I fucking adore James St. James? The book reads like a livejournal! He uses CAPSLOCK and says "SQUEAL!!" and starts sentences with "And" and it's just like a fucking journal entry, it's just thoughts thrown onto paper like he's addressing an audience. LOVE IT.
AND THOSE ARE MY PAST TWO DAYS. *takes a bow*