You never cared for me. Did you ever say a prayer for me?
Have finished the Alice paper way, way ahead of schedule. Am low-grade genius, alright. But am having parking palpitations about tomorrow. We're supposed to carpool to a television studio for a camera workshop. Well excuse me, but some of us aren't done for the day when the bell rings at 7pm. I have to sing at 7:30pm, thank you. Therefore, cannot take fellow passengers and haul them home, nor can I simply take the bus to school when the studio is on the other side of town. Parking costs and car drama is killing me. Killing. I'll have to spend tomorrow afternoon figuring out the logistics of the trip. Blast.
After one year of collecting dust, the cat has finally decided to sleep in her fancy cat bed. Now I can't get her out of the darn thing. I told her that she was an ungrateful hussy for not liking it when Meowma bought it in Portland. She put her ears back at me. Now she's sleeping upside down in it, paddling her legs about like a dog having a dream. Kids these days.
I had a dream about showing Jason's mother around town last night. Disturbing. This because he sent an email saying that his mother's company won the Wisconsin bid, so she'll be doing some traveling here. That happened in real life, btw. Anyway, she was so wonderful in the dream. We were eating dinner at Angelic. Her hair was lovely. Her pants were lovely. Our laughter was lovely. Then Jason walked into the bar and sat down with us. "I flew-in to have dinner with you two!" he said, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. Then Ryan walked past outisde. My life is criss-crossing subconsciously.
Alright. Must get some good slumber to better prepare for the anxiety of tomorrow's time-crunch field trip. Where is my personal assistant when I need her? Diane, find the address to the studio! :)
After one year of collecting dust, the cat has finally decided to sleep in her fancy cat bed. Now I can't get her out of the darn thing. I told her that she was an ungrateful hussy for not liking it when Meowma bought it in Portland. She put her ears back at me. Now she's sleeping upside down in it, paddling her legs about like a dog having a dream. Kids these days.
I had a dream about showing Jason's mother around town last night. Disturbing. This because he sent an email saying that his mother's company won the Wisconsin bid, so she'll be doing some traveling here. That happened in real life, btw. Anyway, she was so wonderful in the dream. We were eating dinner at Angelic. Her hair was lovely. Her pants were lovely. Our laughter was lovely. Then Jason walked into the bar and sat down with us. "I flew-in to have dinner with you two!" he said, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. Then Ryan walked past outisde. My life is criss-crossing subconsciously.
Alright. Must get some good slumber to better prepare for the anxiety of tomorrow's time-crunch field trip. Where is my personal assistant when I need her? Diane, find the address to the studio! :)