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I'm going to "What I Did Last Summer" at Clarke at 8...I have to see a play for Advanced Comp. this semester. Yay. It sounds interesting...hm.
Set work sucked balls. These snobby little freshman/sophomores were paint-nazi-ing, and because I wasn't there for the first time they worked on the set, I got stuck building a balcony. Jesus. It turned out okay, but I wanted to die. At least the girl I was working with was nice. I "made friends" with the German exchange student. No, that's not a dirty euphamism. It means I have another ally, I guess. Yay.
Good hair day. Ended up wearing the jeans with the rip on the back of the upper right thigh without even realising it until Rich pointed it out...embarrassing. Oh well. It's not like I have cellulite or anything, I was just a bit shocked that I hadn't noticed it first.
Hah. I wonder how many times I've worn those to school...
I had a really fucking weird dream last night where Matt came into Happy Hoe's with Stephanie and was eating salt. I asked him what the hell he was doing and he was like "I'm HIV positive, are you?" Then he molested my knee with a featherduster and other weird stuff happened (weird meaning not specifically sexual, just odd, like an LSD trip)...and then I woke up.
I HATE IT when I dream about work.
Set work sucked balls. These snobby little freshman/sophomores were paint-nazi-ing, and because I wasn't there for the first time they worked on the set, I got stuck building a balcony. Jesus. It turned out okay, but I wanted to die. At least the girl I was working with was nice. I "made friends" with the German exchange student. No, that's not a dirty euphamism. It means I have another ally, I guess. Yay.
Good hair day. Ended up wearing the jeans with the rip on the back of the upper right thigh without even realising it until Rich pointed it out...embarrassing. Oh well. It's not like I have cellulite or anything, I was just a bit shocked that I hadn't noticed it first.
Hah. I wonder how many times I've worn those to school...
I had a really fucking weird dream last night where Matt came into Happy Hoe's with Stephanie and was eating salt. I asked him what the hell he was doing and he was like "I'm HIV positive, are you?" Then he molested my knee with a featherduster and other weird stuff happened (weird meaning not specifically sexual, just odd, like an LSD trip)...and then I woke up.
I HATE IT when I dream about work.