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I'm here, really, this time. Sorry I've been so out of things, just busy busy busy it seems. Okay, that's a total lie. I think I've been busy at work and I come home and decide to let my brain rot as much as I can. But not tonight. Tonight I do laundry and listen to Wait, Wait, and go to bed on time if at all possible. That was my goal last week and it didn't work so much. Started off with a bedtime goal of 8:00. I think I was in bed around 11:30.
Whatever.
Okay, I am absolutely DONE with bad news. No more. I find it unacceptable, not to mention depleting my morale. Ugh, my poor little brother! His best friend's dad is dying of cancer. And it's the second time he's had cancer! I think once you've had cancer, your quota should be full, right? And while I had the pleasant surprise of talking to my best friend last night, I also had to fill her in on the girl who we graduated with who died of cancer in April. WTF, cancer?! Why don't you just back off already?
Anyway, aside from that sadness, and I really do hope my little bro is okay, he's very close with his best friend's parents, but yes, things. Workhusband did not bring me David Tennant as requested, but he did see Gary Oldman! That would've been pretty awesome. I have decided that I might consider venturing to Comic Con, but only if the Twilight people are not involved. I'm so sick of the vampire fad that I would gladly stake Edward Cullen myself. Oh, and Workhusband did see Wesley Snipes walking around and I asked why he didn't mention the matter to him. Teehee. Bring on the Blade/Twilight crossover! I take the daywalker over vegetarian vampires any day of the week. Also, Workhusband made me two new cds, so I now have all the Goo Goo Dolls I could ever want, and this awesome live Coldplay cd. The next time they come through town, I must see them. They sound freaking amazing live.
Um, what else? Mom and I will attempt to find me an interview suit tomorrow, which makes me think about the elusive jobhunt before me. It sometimes scares the hell out of me and I get really down on myself, but I try not to go there. I'm low enough in spirits. But we're going to the wacky doughnut shop tomorrow as well, so that should at least help. And there's fried chicken for dinner. And I went to the eye doctor on Tuesday and they replaced my contacts, so the proposed new ones are out because they were so awful, and now I'm on the Sean Bean contacts that are awesome.
So, yeah, I'm going to go do stuff. I'll try and return more often. Maybe. Oh, dear, I need a hug.
Whatever.
Okay, I am absolutely DONE with bad news. No more. I find it unacceptable, not to mention depleting my morale. Ugh, my poor little brother! His best friend's dad is dying of cancer. And it's the second time he's had cancer! I think once you've had cancer, your quota should be full, right? And while I had the pleasant surprise of talking to my best friend last night, I also had to fill her in on the girl who we graduated with who died of cancer in April. WTF, cancer?! Why don't you just back off already?
Anyway, aside from that sadness, and I really do hope my little bro is okay, he's very close with his best friend's parents, but yes, things. Workhusband did not bring me David Tennant as requested, but he did see Gary Oldman! That would've been pretty awesome. I have decided that I might consider venturing to Comic Con, but only if the Twilight people are not involved. I'm so sick of the vampire fad that I would gladly stake Edward Cullen myself. Oh, and Workhusband did see Wesley Snipes walking around and I asked why he didn't mention the matter to him. Teehee. Bring on the Blade/Twilight crossover! I take the daywalker over vegetarian vampires any day of the week. Also, Workhusband made me two new cds, so I now have all the Goo Goo Dolls I could ever want, and this awesome live Coldplay cd. The next time they come through town, I must see them. They sound freaking amazing live.
Um, what else? Mom and I will attempt to find me an interview suit tomorrow, which makes me think about the elusive jobhunt before me. It sometimes scares the hell out of me and I get really down on myself, but I try not to go there. I'm low enough in spirits. But we're going to the wacky doughnut shop tomorrow as well, so that should at least help. And there's fried chicken for dinner. And I went to the eye doctor on Tuesday and they replaced my contacts, so the proposed new ones are out because they were so awful, and now I'm on the Sean Bean contacts that are awesome.
So, yeah, I'm going to go do stuff. I'll try and return more often. Maybe. Oh, dear, I need a hug.