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I couldn't for the life of me sleep last night. I have no idea. I made a conscious decision to not have caffeine and everything. Still, I was up until 8am. I watched Celebrity Apprentice finally, and Cyndi's performance, I had a heart attack of cute. I want to squish her like mad. I finally went to bed and I was GOING to get up at 10 to go to the dentist because lol, my sister was getting her wisdom teeth pulled and I was going to not tell her I was going, and just show up when she came out of anesthesia and film her stoned ass. I of course blew this plan off because sleep > that, but it was a good thing I did because they didn't allow people back there anyway, which is lame because that shit is prime entertainment.
American Idol, whatever. I am so far removed at this point it's not even funny. I did, however, feel an unexpected twinge of... something when Simon said, "This'll be the last critique I ever give." Something hit me and it was ridiculous and I kind of wanted to cry, you guys. I don't even get it. SPEAKING OF - PAULA'S NEW DANCE REALITY SHOW. DO YOU EVEN UNDERSTAND HOW EXCITED I AM FOR THAT. DO YOU. ANSWER, NO, YOU FUCKING DON'T. BECAUSE I DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND HOW EXCITED I AM FOR THAT. BRB, AUDITIONING. AND!! Speaking of auditioning! So You Think You Can Dance starts in TWO DAYS, which means, MOAR MIA MICHAELS, MOAR!!! ♥!!!
GLEE WAS AWESOME. I WANT QUINN'S COSTUME SO BAD AND FUCK I ALSO WANT SANTANA'S. I WANT TO FIND THAT IRL. THAT TIGHT LACEY BLACK THING. ALSO OH MY GOD HOW GREAT WAS POKER FACE. SDKLJFHAJLKS.
Also, I'm really pissed at Tony right now. I don't think I've ever been pissed at him in all my life and it is such an unwelcome feeling. Well I'm irritated anyway because of the constant friends vs lovers struggle. I want one, he wants the other. And it's just, I'm sick of it. Like the other day, he noticed I was online at 4 in the morning so he called me, and towards the end it just became so forced like he didn't want to get off the phone even though he had nothing to say so he just kept saying my name. I'd say, "What." And he'd keep doing it like he was 5 years old. Eventually I snapped and he was like, "You sound mad!" I AM. EFF. Also I am sick of him being drunk all the time. ANYWAY, NONE OF THESE THINGS ARE OF CONSEQUENCE - the point is, he asked me AT LEAST A MONTH AGO what I was doing on the 26 of May. I said nothing. He asked if I wanted to do a photoshoot because he'd be home. And it's like, hello, FUCK yeah I want to do a photoshoot. He said he'd rent us a snazzy car and take me shopping for a swimsuit to wear and just shoot for fun, I could make a car calendar or basically do whatever I want with them. Okay, so this has been our plan for weeks. I talked to him the other day and he told me he for sure got us our car and we planned it out - he suggested we watch Idol because he filmed a spot for it last week and he wanted to see it, and then after that, I could get ready while he went and picked up the lighting kit (like, we weren't half-assing this, like, it was legit, hardcore, with equipment). SO. I go tanning. And do my nails. And get my hair highlighted. Because I think this is happening tomorrow. I go to Wendy's tonight at 11-something and they don't have any fucking chicken nuggets so I have to wait for them. I realized I hadn't heard from him all day so I decided to give him a call.
Hi, hey, blah blah blah, I ask him if we're still doing the thing tomorrow. YEAH, WE'RE NOT. DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY. "BECAUSE HE GOT TICKETS TO THE BASEBALL GAME." I... I MEAN. OKAY. WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN. 1.) this was your idea. YOUR IDEA. this whole photoshoot WAS YOUR IDEA. 2.) you asked me FOREVER AGO. planned it IN ADVANCE. 3.) um, way to tell me? like, when did he plan on telling me. like, what if I wouldn't have called tonight. I would have gone to work and then came home and started curling my hair and shit only to have him not show up. 4.) what kind of an idiot passes up the opportunity to shoot a girl that he, by his own admission, has the hots for, crawling around on a fucking automobile in a pink sequin bikini. Like, ARE YOU GAY, NOW? DID YOU FORGET TO TELL ME THAT, TOO? Oh, god! And then he has the nerve to ask me what I'm doing on Thursday night! No, not to do the photoshoot, to go to a fucking karaoke bar. "Oh, I can't, I'm going to a baseball game," I say. "Are you really?" he asks. "No, I'm just being an asshole like you." I could almost cry, seriously, I put effort into this assuming it'd be tomorrow. It's really disappointing. He asked if he could make it up to me and I don't even know, I'm so put off by him right now it's almost like I don't even want him to.
American Idol, whatever. I am so far removed at this point it's not even funny. I did, however, feel an unexpected twinge of... something when Simon said, "This'll be the last critique I ever give." Something hit me and it was ridiculous and I kind of wanted to cry, you guys. I don't even get it. SPEAKING OF - PAULA'S NEW DANCE REALITY SHOW. DO YOU EVEN UNDERSTAND HOW EXCITED I AM FOR THAT. DO YOU. ANSWER, NO, YOU FUCKING DON'T. BECAUSE I DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND HOW EXCITED I AM FOR THAT. BRB, AUDITIONING. AND!! Speaking of auditioning! So You Think You Can Dance starts in TWO DAYS, which means, MOAR MIA MICHAELS, MOAR!!! ♥!!!
GLEE WAS AWESOME. I WANT QUINN'S COSTUME SO BAD AND FUCK I ALSO WANT SANTANA'S. I WANT TO FIND THAT IRL. THAT TIGHT LACEY BLACK THING. ALSO OH MY GOD HOW GREAT WAS POKER FACE. SDKLJFHAJLKS.
Also, I'm really pissed at Tony right now. I don't think I've ever been pissed at him in all my life and it is such an unwelcome feeling. Well I'm irritated anyway because of the constant friends vs lovers struggle. I want one, he wants the other. And it's just, I'm sick of it. Like the other day, he noticed I was online at 4 in the morning so he called me, and towards the end it just became so forced like he didn't want to get off the phone even though he had nothing to say so he just kept saying my name. I'd say, "What." And he'd keep doing it like he was 5 years old. Eventually I snapped and he was like, "You sound mad!" I AM. EFF. Also I am sick of him being drunk all the time. ANYWAY, NONE OF THESE THINGS ARE OF CONSEQUENCE - the point is, he asked me AT LEAST A MONTH AGO what I was doing on the 26 of May. I said nothing. He asked if I wanted to do a photoshoot because he'd be home. And it's like, hello, FUCK yeah I want to do a photoshoot. He said he'd rent us a snazzy car and take me shopping for a swimsuit to wear and just shoot for fun, I could make a car calendar or basically do whatever I want with them. Okay, so this has been our plan for weeks. I talked to him the other day and he told me he for sure got us our car and we planned it out - he suggested we watch Idol because he filmed a spot for it last week and he wanted to see it, and then after that, I could get ready while he went and picked up the lighting kit (like, we weren't half-assing this, like, it was legit, hardcore, with equipment). SO. I go tanning. And do my nails. And get my hair highlighted. Because I think this is happening tomorrow. I go to Wendy's tonight at 11-something and they don't have any fucking chicken nuggets so I have to wait for them. I realized I hadn't heard from him all day so I decided to give him a call.
Hi, hey, blah blah blah, I ask him if we're still doing the thing tomorrow. YEAH, WE'RE NOT. DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY. "BECAUSE HE GOT TICKETS TO THE BASEBALL GAME." I... I MEAN. OKAY. WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN. 1.) this was your idea. YOUR IDEA. this whole photoshoot WAS YOUR IDEA. 2.) you asked me FOREVER AGO. planned it IN ADVANCE. 3.) um, way to tell me? like, when did he plan on telling me. like, what if I wouldn't have called tonight. I would have gone to work and then came home and started curling my hair and shit only to have him not show up. 4.) what kind of an idiot passes up the opportunity to shoot a girl that he, by his own admission, has the hots for, crawling around on a fucking automobile in a pink sequin bikini. Like, ARE YOU GAY, NOW? DID YOU FORGET TO TELL ME THAT, TOO? Oh, god! And then he has the nerve to ask me what I'm doing on Thursday night! No, not to do the photoshoot, to go to a fucking karaoke bar. "Oh, I can't, I'm going to a baseball game," I say. "Are you really?" he asks. "No, I'm just being an asshole like you." I could almost cry, seriously, I put effort into this assuming it'd be tomorrow. It's really disappointing. He asked if he could make it up to me and I don't even know, I'm so put off by him right now it's almost like I don't even want him to.