I want to be in your arms again, holding hands
According to Jordan, I got some mega-compliments from one of my musical directors...can't really know exactly what she said, but something about how I have a good, strong voice and I'm fun to watch and I have lots of potential when it came to harmonies and stuff. I thought she WOULDN'T be thinking that about me, since I have some really hard trouble with close harmonies--my ear just isn't developed enough yet--so, needless to say, my "verbal handjob" (Jordan's words) just about made my entire life. Not that a real handjob wouldn't do the trick to. A real handjob...on my non-existant penis.
Somethign is funky with one of my hands. The thick muscle at the base of my thumb has been majorly sore and slightly swollen for two days, and the muscle just feels really tense and strange, and painful when I try to massage it out. I hope I didn't get poisoned or something.
I LOVE HORRORPOPS MORE THAN ANYTHING.
There is a farmer's market here on Wednesdays. I'm grateful, because it sort of feels like I'm missing summer since I'm so busy. Josh and I decided to treat ourselves to two dinners a week out, and Wednesday is one of the days because of the farmer's market. It's a really good market, and the weather has been great. The sun, the barbecue, and the rootbeer float made it feel like I was finally feeling some of summer. I love it here, but there aren't a lot of beach or summer night-cruising with slurpees and popsicles opportunities, you know? I come home every night at 11 pm and I'm here every morning by 9 am.
Well, I've got a fucking three-hour break before my next call, so I'm gonna go claim my favorite couch and make some chamomile tea and listen to Dotted with Hearts.
I miss you guys.
Somethign is funky with one of my hands. The thick muscle at the base of my thumb has been majorly sore and slightly swollen for two days, and the muscle just feels really tense and strange, and painful when I try to massage it out. I hope I didn't get poisoned or something.
I LOVE HORRORPOPS MORE THAN ANYTHING.
There is a farmer's market here on Wednesdays. I'm grateful, because it sort of feels like I'm missing summer since I'm so busy. Josh and I decided to treat ourselves to two dinners a week out, and Wednesday is one of the days because of the farmer's market. It's a really good market, and the weather has been great. The sun, the barbecue, and the rootbeer float made it feel like I was finally feeling some of summer. I love it here, but there aren't a lot of beach or summer night-cruising with slurpees and popsicles opportunities, you know? I come home every night at 11 pm and I'm here every morning by 9 am.
Well, I've got a fucking three-hour break before my next call, so I'm gonna go claim my favorite couch and make some chamomile tea and listen to Dotted with Hearts.
I miss you guys.