The Thread For Those Who Feel The Need To Share With Us All The Banal Details Of Their Lives — Page 168

Well, they'd better get clues for that damn bus. I don't have any idea what's going on. Except that the Fitzpatricks are involved. Also, they eat babies.

I didn't see the preview. I accidentally clicked on a (minor) spoiler. See below.










The trophy wife will somehow work with Aaron as his trial begins. Don't ask me how. I'm pretty sure that's what I read before I pressed the "back" button screaming.

So tired...

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I'm very impressed I've managed to stay in SorryGrateful's signature all this time.

*Moment of accomplishment rushes over me.*

This looks like the thread for this...

I'M GOING TO DIED OF STRESS.
I'm Stage Managing a quirky little one-act play for a province-wide competition (Sears Fest) and we have our all-important tech-rehearsal tomorrow.

I've been on vacation for a week, and I left everyone in the cast and crew with a list of things they MUST do while I am away. Turns out...no one did a thing! Like, at all.

So I have 8 hours to pull this play together. By myself. I have been on the verge of tears about a dozen times today.

Don't you HATE being in a production where you're the only one that cares if it succeeds or not?!

When I got my usual can of juice out of the vending machine this morning, the can was DISGUSTING. Covered in sticky stuff, like a soda can exploded inside the machine or something. It was fine after I washed it off, but it got me thinking --

How disgusting are most of the cans we get out of these machines, covered by crap we can't even see? Should I be washing off every can I get out of the machine? Or is that just my next step in becoming one of those people who have to turn the doorknob 40 times each day before leaving a room?

Perhaps I should've gotten a Dr Pepper instead of juice.

Major finger cut from a file folder...

Blood streaked files...not a band aid in sight.

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My parents and grandparents came to visit this weekend and we stayed in the city. The weekend was wonderful. We didn't see any shows, but I did see Jill Clayburgh in Times Square on Saturday evening, Timothy Spall on Park Ave. Sunday morning and the young girl named Hope from MTV's True Life: I have Gay Parents marching in a protest in Times Square Sunday afternoon. Pretty entertaining.

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Urgh. I tried to take a nap but the guy above me was playing a movie so loud it was making my ceiling vibrate. So I spent half an hour lying in bed with my earplugs on and glaring up.

It's a little sad that I have earplugs, isn't it? I got them in a drum store. And that just reflects on the class of neighbors I've had lately.

ANYway, one of my poli sci profs has this habit of writing down the wrong deadlines on handouts he gives us. Luckily, he's e-mailed the class and settled the issue of when our research proposals are due- it's tomorrow, not Thursday.

Finally, today is "serving up crap" day in the dining hall, so I have to wait and see what other food opporutnities arise.

Popcorn is tasty

I've found that every since dying my hair again, it's lost all its natural volume. It's limp now.

Hairspray.

*runs away*