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I'm ecstatic, but pissed off at the same time.
Pissed off first. Aha.
I payed $50 to go to the Nickelback concert tomorrow, and fucking shiteaters write 50 fucking words about how to prevent smoking (which they do anyway), and they get free tickets to see them. That doesn't bug me so much, as the fact that they're row E. Yea, two rows ahead of me. What did they pay? Nothing. I payed $50. Bullshit. It's not fair. It's not even a contest, really. Everyone who entered, won. Whatever. Just give them front row seats, while you're at it.
On to better things.
Saw Miracle. Just got home, actually. God. God God God. So amazing. I recommend. So much. I actually resented the fact that YM put in their magazine to go see the movie because the guys were hot. Okay, no. I went, because of Herb. I know, I'm the only 15 year old girl on the planet that's gone for him, but still. I went for him, y'know? If there would have been girls squealing, "OmGGGGGGG. That guy who played on Friends is soooo hot." I woulda killed 'em. Bah! Nuh uh. But yea. I'm gonna blog tomorrow about it at End Game, because it's my actual blog, y'know. No offence.
Leaving for the afformentioned (booya!) at 6:35, tomorrow. I'm nervous. How are we gonna get in? Like, honestly. We're gonna get there at 7. There's gonna be a trillion people. I'm gonna trip anyone who even gets close to me. =) Watch out.
Pissed off first. Aha.
I payed $50 to go to the Nickelback concert tomorrow, and fucking shiteaters write 50 fucking words about how to prevent smoking (which they do anyway), and they get free tickets to see them. That doesn't bug me so much, as the fact that they're row E. Yea, two rows ahead of me. What did they pay? Nothing. I payed $50. Bullshit. It's not fair. It's not even a contest, really. Everyone who entered, won. Whatever. Just give them front row seats, while you're at it.
On to better things.
Saw Miracle. Just got home, actually. God. God God God. So amazing. I recommend. So much. I actually resented the fact that YM put in their magazine to go see the movie because the guys were hot. Okay, no. I went, because of Herb. I know, I'm the only 15 year old girl on the planet that's gone for him, but still. I went for him, y'know? If there would have been girls squealing, "OmGGGGGGG. That guy who played on Friends is soooo hot." I woulda killed 'em. Bah! Nuh uh. But yea. I'm gonna blog tomorrow about it at End Game, because it's my actual blog, y'know. No offence.
Leaving for the afformentioned (booya!) at 6:35, tomorrow. I'm nervous. How are we gonna get in? Like, honestly. We're gonna get there at 7. There's gonna be a trillion people. I'm gonna trip anyone who even gets close to me. =) Watch out.