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In less than two weeks, I will be seeing Ash. In person. Watching her strain her poor little acid-refluxed chords for my enjoyment. I thought this day would never come. It's like OMG SO FUCKING SURREAL I CAN'T BELIEVE WE'RE GOING TO BE 18 THIS YEAR LIFE IS SO SILLY OMG. GRADUATION BY VITAMIN C IS TOTALLY LIKE WHAT I'M FEELING RIGHT NOW.
umm... so I just did my last show ever w/ Mark. And that is ricrazy and I am not equipped to handle this. So of course I just had to drink myself silly! Also, I think Mary Jane and I may finally be getting along. Like I've seen her a couple of times, like at parties or whatever, but we've never really had a lot to talk about. It's always just been like, MAD awkward. But last night, we were just like totally clicking. It was really nice.
Things that bear repeating:
After Lily and Nicole wrote, among other phrases, "THE DIVA IS DRIVING" on my windshield, a gas station attendant claimed it was "pisser." I had to agree with him.
In addition to the streamers and "CAUTION! WILD GIRLS" tape strewn all over my car, the inside has been adorned with $80 worth of stickers (courtesy of Playtime in Arlington). It is actually the most beautiful, gayest, joyride ever.
We finally filmed some french movie! After not coming to class for weeks, telling Ciani we were "on location" (i.e. pre-shopping on Newbury street). Oh, and by "filmed some french movie" I mean, accomplished absolutely nothing. Rock on sister (ps thanks 2 Hamilton for the camera)
Someone I know has a tattoo of a hippo on her shoulder. Has a friend who is an escort. Doesn't wear shoes when she leaves her house (which she doesn't have keys to), nor does she know her own phone number.
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SARAH SHAHI. IS SO FUCKING HOT. IS SHE SERIOUS? I CAN'T HANDLE HER SEX APPEAL.
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