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Bonjour!
Does anyone actually update these things anymore? I sure as hell have forgotten about this little blog. So what's new? Not much. 3rd year of college comes with shitty upper level classes that suck major, major balls. I'm now a double major. Journalism and Theater. Yep....I love theater and I love to write, and I hate the idea of living in a box so maybe with two majors I'll have a real job.
Josh and I signed up for our appartment for next fall, maybe the summer if we're lucky. I told him I wasn't going to sign a lease with him unless there is a ring on my hand. And by hand, I mean the left one. next to the pinky. It doesn't have to be big or expensive, but he does have to pop the question, and get dad's blessing. Both Josh and my Dad are pretty traditional, so I think the fact that he's actutally asking my dad will make my dad like him even more than he already does.
I'm sitting here in an old teeshirt that quite possibly belonged to an ex boyfriend, josh's sweatpants, while watching TLC and all the while trying to procrastinate. Or not to. I have to do a theater critique for As You Like It. I was totally entertained, but i sort of forgot most of what I thought. It was about 10 days ago. So yeah...it's tough to recall what I had for breakfast two days ago, let alone what I thought about the set design of a show that I saw almost 2 weeks ago.
I'm bored. I go back to school on Sunday. Dance mostly all day, then back to the daily grind. Can I just talk about how much I strongly dislike people who pretend to be friends? Really. C'mon now. Stop being lame.
Another thing I hate that peeves me. People leaving for another country for the semster and forgetting to notify their "friends" of the cell phone, address, etc change so we have no way of contacting them. Elsa- This means YOU. Everyone loves you so much, so goddamnit stop being a crappy-ass friend and freakin' tell us how to get in touch with you. What happens if i DIE. Shit the bed. Say hello to the big man upstairs. Kick the can....how the hell are my parents supposed to tell you?! Huh? That's what I thought. Call someone. Anyone.
You could be dead and paucl could just photoshopping these facebook pictures to make it look like you're alive.
Thanks for letting me bitch.
toodles.
xoxox and anyone, if you actually read this let me know. if no one ever looks at this, i'll save my time for something else. like writing about shakespear
Does anyone actually update these things anymore? I sure as hell have forgotten about this little blog. So what's new? Not much. 3rd year of college comes with shitty upper level classes that suck major, major balls. I'm now a double major. Journalism and Theater. Yep....I love theater and I love to write, and I hate the idea of living in a box so maybe with two majors I'll have a real job.
Josh and I signed up for our appartment for next fall, maybe the summer if we're lucky. I told him I wasn't going to sign a lease with him unless there is a ring on my hand. And by hand, I mean the left one. next to the pinky. It doesn't have to be big or expensive, but he does have to pop the question, and get dad's blessing. Both Josh and my Dad are pretty traditional, so I think the fact that he's actutally asking my dad will make my dad like him even more than he already does.
I'm sitting here in an old teeshirt that quite possibly belonged to an ex boyfriend, josh's sweatpants, while watching TLC and all the while trying to procrastinate. Or not to. I have to do a theater critique for As You Like It. I was totally entertained, but i sort of forgot most of what I thought. It was about 10 days ago. So yeah...it's tough to recall what I had for breakfast two days ago, let alone what I thought about the set design of a show that I saw almost 2 weeks ago.
I'm bored. I go back to school on Sunday. Dance mostly all day, then back to the daily grind. Can I just talk about how much I strongly dislike people who pretend to be friends? Really. C'mon now. Stop being lame.
Another thing I hate that peeves me. People leaving for another country for the semster and forgetting to notify their "friends" of the cell phone, address, etc change so we have no way of contacting them. Elsa- This means YOU. Everyone loves you so much, so goddamnit stop being a crappy-ass friend and freakin' tell us how to get in touch with you. What happens if i DIE. Shit the bed. Say hello to the big man upstairs. Kick the can....how the hell are my parents supposed to tell you?! Huh? That's what I thought. Call someone. Anyone.
You could be dead and paucl could just photoshopping these facebook pictures to make it look like you're alive.
Thanks for letting me bitch.
toodles.
xoxox and anyone, if you actually read this let me know. if no one ever looks at this, i'll save my time for something else. like writing about shakespear