*squee*
When the fuck did the stupid high school get an autographed poster of Orlando Bloom?
Why the fuck wasn't I notified?
Goddammit!
I finally get to the tail end of this month's 'OhmygodIloveOrli' phase, and they spring THIS on me on the way to the auditorium for Tess's concert.
Gah. GAH.
It says, "To the lovely ladies of the library, love Orlando."
*hugs the memory of it* I want to take a picture.
Hello, my name is Feather and I'm a big, stupid loser. In fact I'm such a loser I'm on official Orli-suspension, due to a nasty biting incident in a supermarket... and there are even pictures of it. *sweatdrops*
Good thing I brought a book with me. I spent the concert half listening to some guest chorus from Massachusets sing about togetherness, peace, harmony, civil rights, and how War Is Bad and We Should All Get The Fuck Along while skimming the book I brought for the really gory serial murder parts. The book- The Devil in the White City, takes place at the Chicago World's Fair and is a true story. It goes back and forth between the murderer, H.H. Holmes, and an architect, but who wants to read about building things when there are innocent shopgirls being butchered down the block?
...Okay. I know I'm weird. I can't help it. I like to read about horrible crimes. Well, maybe not 'like'... more 'am fascinated by.'
Got home at nine thirty and went for a walk down to the swings, since it was a beautiful windy gusty night. Why waste that by going to sleep?
Why the fuck wasn't I notified?
Goddammit!
I finally get to the tail end of this month's 'OhmygodIloveOrli' phase, and they spring THIS on me on the way to the auditorium for Tess's concert.
Gah. GAH.
It says, "To the lovely ladies of the library, love Orlando."
*hugs the memory of it* I want to take a picture.
Hello, my name is Feather and I'm a big, stupid loser. In fact I'm such a loser I'm on official Orli-suspension, due to a nasty biting incident in a supermarket... and there are even pictures of it. *sweatdrops*
Good thing I brought a book with me. I spent the concert half listening to some guest chorus from Massachusets sing about togetherness, peace, harmony, civil rights, and how War Is Bad and We Should All Get The Fuck Along while skimming the book I brought for the really gory serial murder parts. The book- The Devil in the White City, takes place at the Chicago World's Fair and is a true story. It goes back and forth between the murderer, H.H. Holmes, and an architect, but who wants to read about building things when there are innocent shopgirls being butchered down the block?
...Okay. I know I'm weird. I can't help it. I like to read about horrible crimes. Well, maybe not 'like'... more 'am fascinated by.'
Got home at nine thirty and went for a walk down to the swings, since it was a beautiful windy gusty night. Why waste that by going to sleep?