Ugh!! I do to. I was dumb enough to sign up for honors and got stuck w/ three books. And a project. YAY!
I have NEVER met Cheyenne Jackson. I have never hung out with him in his dressing room, he did not tweet me, he never bought me a beverage, and he mostly certainly didn't tickle me. . .that is all.
I'm still talking aboutn the whole murder thing. Couldn't he have just cured her? I did see the ending after the credits though. That I liked. :)
I have NEVER met Cheyenne Jackson. I have never hung out with him in his dressing room, he did not tweet me, he never bought me a beverage, and he mostly certainly didn't tickle me. . .that is all.
I stole the idea for this thread and made my own on another forum site thinger, because I love it so much. So sorry. And it's sad....because all but two people knew what the word banal meant. The vocabulary of this country is going down the toilet.
I really don't feel like going to bed tonight. But the boards are dead.
I have NEVER met Cheyenne Jackson. I have never hung out with him in his dressing room, he did not tweet me, he never bought me a beverage, and he mostly certainly didn't tickle me. . .that is all.
This week I took everything out of my room, put it all back differently, and after less than 24 hrs hated it, and put it all back. So I wasted two days.
"You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view - until you climb into his skin and walk around in it."
To Kill A Mockingbird
I was just at drivers ed and we were up driving around the SU campus and some idiot almost ran into us.
Well, obviously it wasn't a student. Before noon on a Friday?! Please!
Lexi, I'm with you there. I only got the meningitis shot (I had chicken pox when I was 4) because I got so freaked out by the ER episodes where someone had it and their feet turned black before they died. Unless a disease is that scary, no way am I suffering through a possibly-unnecessary immunization.
Argh! I was going to clean out my fishtank, I had the entire kitchen sink cleared out (an *extreme* rarity in my house) and all my stuff set up, but I went back downstairs for a few minutes to finish something up. My dad comes home, gets pissy about the fact that there's stuff in front of the stove/microwave- which he needs clear to create his 4-course lunch- and piles up everything in the sink. Then, when I get annoyed with him for being so oblivious, he starts yelling at me for not emptying the dishwasher and putting the other dirty dishes away so that the counter was clear. The counter being clear is *his* problem, not mine, but the sink being clear is my problem, not his. But instead of like, accepting that we just have different goals or whatever, my dad just yells at me for being lazy and not cleaning up everyone else's mess in the kitchen before daring concern myself with any personal tasks. Because god help us if *he* is inconvenienced.
Like a firework unexploded
Wanting life but never
knowing how
soapguy, I'm avoiding him for now. My mom (who wasn't home before) just came down and told me that my dad wants me to do the dishes. After he's made *more* dishes dirty from cooking some dramatic taco/burritto concoction he made for himself (and made the whole house reek of beef in the process), I have to clean up his mess. Meanwhile, my fishtank is still dirty and he hasn't done a damn thing to give me any help. Why should he demand something of me that I can't expect from him in return?
Like a firework unexploded
Wanting life but never
knowing how
gavrochegirl - I'm assuming you were at SRO's Grease. I visited rehearsal like two weeks ago (and was at the recital), and I know what you're talking about with Kenicke. I haven't seen the full show yet (I'm going in a couple of hours actually) but I'm excited to see it (and that's a big thing considering it's Grease!).
I was at Sea World all day yesterday and have proceeded to develop a sunburn on my chest and back and (weirdest of all) one side of my leg, from just above my knee to mid-calf.