I am grateful for many things
Swinging on playground swings at midnight is certainly one of them
Hot chocolate is another
The anticipation of a well-deserved break is yet another thing
Thus starts my Thanksgiving spirit. Yay for thank-worthy things!
Had a normal day. Got home. Realized that I didn't have rehearsal or tech week or a show to do. Immediately better.
Played some games on pogo for the first time in weeks. Addiction Solitaire and Lottso, how I adore thee. I bow before thee. Along with some really beautiful selections from Pandora, it was a solitaire night made in heaven by God himself.
And, feeling the need to get out and do something with my free night, I asked Emily to go for a walk with me. We ended up at a playground a bit down Hagadorn. While I merely swung on the rather comfy swings, Emily played around the junglegyms and what have you. It brought me back to those times after John's, usually after cast parties, when we would both find ourselves drunk and on the swings, proclaiming our roomie love to one another.
Oh, nostalgia. Thou art sometimes nice.
Now, I sit, drinking a nice, warm mug of hot cocoa and musing about the kind of pies I will bring home for the Thanksgiving Feast. It is usually my mother who picks the pies, thus setting the mood for the Thanksgiving Feast (for the presence of a cherry crisp instead of a cherry pie makes ALL the difference). This year, I'm the pie boss. Booya, bitch!
So, this post gets a happy smiley because it's a happy smiley day. Yay
^_^
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
If you ever wanted to know what a person with acute paranoia looks like...well, keep watching
We'll just get this out of the way:
I am paranoid. So very very paranoid
But not in the way that most people are paranoid. I don't think people are out to get me. I don't think the world is going to end.
What I am paranoid of is pissing people off. I hate when people get mad at me or I can see a fight coming. Even if it's just a friendly phone call or what have you, I will freak out, over-react and worry all day long.
Example: Today my mother calls during class and leaves me a message that says in what I think is Mad Mom voice, "Hi. Call me back as soon as you can. I need to ask you something. I'm at work until 5 so any time after that. Bye"
Now, I get this message at 12. Shit. What did I do now? I mean, my bank account is fine, I don't think I gave my mother's computer a virus in the 2 hours I was on it. Did she find something? And I worry up a storm. Even if there is absolutely NO JUSTIFICATION as to why she would be angry. But, I'm beside myself with worry-ridden curiosity
Turns out she wanted to clarify something with me on my Christmas List.
*sigh*
I am pathetic
In other news, I started a conversation about sex today in my special topics course. We were talking about Twilight (Penn's son's "girl with whom he has an understanding" [because girlfriend was just too damn complicated a concept, I guess] likes Twilight) and Penn called it a trashy romance and I had to tell him that it was not even worthy of the trashy romance title because there's no sex.
And there we went
Now, my mother gave me The Talk daily. Talking about sex with adults does not bother me. Talking about sex with anyone does not bother me. But, I forget that it bothers other people, particularly students in regards to their professors.
I think we had a great conversation about it. Baring the fact that I've never technically HAD it, I think we came to some good conclusions and agreed for the most part. He said something that I had never heard anyone say before - not that it's a ground-breaking, novel thought. I'm sure someone else had this thought, but it just never occurred to me in the sense of how he said it.
Sex is an imaginative act. One needs a great imagination for it to be any good at all.
Agree? Disagree?
And then he did the thing that I love this man for the most: took this odd comment of mind about the lack of sex in Twilight, moved his way through a pretty detailed yet indirect conversation about what makes sex good - in literature and in life - and then, somehow, tied it all into magical realism and Gabriel Garcia Marquez's "100 Years of Solitude."
And it all made sense
I came out of it all pretty intrigued, while everyone else was just merely uncomfortable.
*shrug* I had fun
Oh, and another things about my paranoia, because you're all so interested, yeah?
I am TERRIFIED that I'm going to develop Schizophrenia
Truly terrified
Which makes going to Abnormal Psych and talking about Schizophrenia for two whole class periods torture of the cruelest kind
That is all
Take it easy. Don't die. Don't get raped, and if you ever get mad at me, don't leave me in suspense. At least do me that favor.
Or don't. It'll be better revenge
I am paranoid. So very very paranoid
But not in the way that most people are paranoid. I don't think people are out to get me. I don't think the world is going to end.
What I am paranoid of is pissing people off. I hate when people get mad at me or I can see a fight coming. Even if it's just a friendly phone call or what have you, I will freak out, over-react and worry all day long.
Example: Today my mother calls during class and leaves me a message that says in what I think is Mad Mom voice, "Hi. Call me back as soon as you can. I need to ask you something. I'm at work until 5 so any time after that. Bye"
Now, I get this message at 12. Shit. What did I do now? I mean, my bank account is fine, I don't think I gave my mother's computer a virus in the 2 hours I was on it. Did she find something? And I worry up a storm. Even if there is absolutely NO JUSTIFICATION as to why she would be angry. But, I'm beside myself with worry-ridden curiosity
Turns out she wanted to clarify something with me on my Christmas List.
*sigh*
I am pathetic
In other news, I started a conversation about sex today in my special topics course. We were talking about Twilight (Penn's son's "girl with whom he has an understanding" [because girlfriend was just too damn complicated a concept, I guess] likes Twilight) and Penn called it a trashy romance and I had to tell him that it was not even worthy of the trashy romance title because there's no sex.
And there we went
Now, my mother gave me The Talk daily. Talking about sex with adults does not bother me. Talking about sex with anyone does not bother me. But, I forget that it bothers other people, particularly students in regards to their professors.
I think we had a great conversation about it. Baring the fact that I've never technically HAD it, I think we came to some good conclusions and agreed for the most part. He said something that I had never heard anyone say before - not that it's a ground-breaking, novel thought. I'm sure someone else had this thought, but it just never occurred to me in the sense of how he said it.
Sex is an imaginative act. One needs a great imagination for it to be any good at all.
Agree? Disagree?
And then he did the thing that I love this man for the most: took this odd comment of mind about the lack of sex in Twilight, moved his way through a pretty detailed yet indirect conversation about what makes sex good - in literature and in life - and then, somehow, tied it all into magical realism and Gabriel Garcia Marquez's "100 Years of Solitude."
And it all made sense
I came out of it all pretty intrigued, while everyone else was just merely uncomfortable.
*shrug* I had fun
Oh, and another things about my paranoia, because you're all so interested, yeah?
I am TERRIFIED that I'm going to develop Schizophrenia
Truly terrified
Which makes going to Abnormal Psych and talking about Schizophrenia for two whole class periods torture of the cruelest kind
That is all
Take it easy. Don't die. Don't get raped, and if you ever get mad at me, don't leave me in suspense. At least do me that favor.
Or don't. It'll be better revenge
Monday, November 9, 2009
Ugh. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck oh fucking hell
I have a test in about 3 hours that I am most decidedly not ready for, but I'm writing in this because I have just about reached my wits end. Technically I need at least an 86% on the next two exams to pull off a 3.0
Yeah
Not gonna happen
Whatever, man. You wanna run a class in which a grade will depend on 3 cumulative exams, that's your fucking deal, dude. But I'm telling you now, no matter how attractive and funny you might be, you're gonna pay. I'm voodoo dollin' ya tonight...once I've slept and regained some of my self-confidence.
Oh, and that's the other thing. I have rehearsal from 10 until 1am tonight. Whoopde-fucking-doo. I swear on all that is holy, if I fall asleep and snore and someone wakes me up
Yeah, well, I'll just have to make me another voodoo doll.
I can just keep churnin' 'em out, people. Don't think that I won't, because I will.
On a less violent note, this weekend was relatively good. I spent more time on the couch, recuperating, that I would have liked, but there were some good movies on, so it wasn't too big of a deal.
Friday night was the Improv show with the freshies. They were fantastical. I was so damn proud of them in between my fits of laughter. Yay! Then, of course, got smashed at the after-party. As I put it later, I probably wouldn't have gotten as drunk if the party had been better, but it was fine all the same. I ate a lot of really really cheap Taco Bell, and now I'm not sure if it tasted SO GOOD because I was drunk...or because eating that cheap really can actually taste that good.
Saturday night, I saw "The Time Travlers's Wife." Eh. Cute movie. Emily's told me that I have to read the book because the book isn't a chick flick like the movie was. I mean, it wasn't half bad. It was more funny when the lights came up and a good portion of the girls were still crying. Their faithful (we hope) boyfriends had awkward arms around them, trying to hold back laughter. I just laughed out loud. I think inside, they appreciated that someone was laughing at their girlfriends.
Sunday was study day
And now we're back to my overwhelming desire to buy pins. Lots and lots of pins. Thick ones. A ridiculous amount of thick pins dipped in acids, shat on by a dog, blessed by Lucifer himself.
That sounds good
Now...take it easy. don't die. don't get raped
(all that seems a little empty considering, doesn't it. oops. oh well)
Yeah
Not gonna happen
Whatever, man. You wanna run a class in which a grade will depend on 3 cumulative exams, that's your fucking deal, dude. But I'm telling you now, no matter how attractive and funny you might be, you're gonna pay. I'm voodoo dollin' ya tonight...once I've slept and regained some of my self-confidence.
Oh, and that's the other thing. I have rehearsal from 10 until 1am tonight. Whoopde-fucking-doo. I swear on all that is holy, if I fall asleep and snore and someone wakes me up
Yeah, well, I'll just have to make me another voodoo doll.
I can just keep churnin' 'em out, people. Don't think that I won't, because I will.
On a less violent note, this weekend was relatively good. I spent more time on the couch, recuperating, that I would have liked, but there were some good movies on, so it wasn't too big of a deal.
Friday night was the Improv show with the freshies. They were fantastical. I was so damn proud of them in between my fits of laughter. Yay! Then, of course, got smashed at the after-party. As I put it later, I probably wouldn't have gotten as drunk if the party had been better, but it was fine all the same. I ate a lot of really really cheap Taco Bell, and now I'm not sure if it tasted SO GOOD because I was drunk...or because eating that cheap really can actually taste that good.
Saturday night, I saw "The Time Travlers's Wife." Eh. Cute movie. Emily's told me that I have to read the book because the book isn't a chick flick like the movie was. I mean, it wasn't half bad. It was more funny when the lights came up and a good portion of the girls were still crying. Their faithful (we hope) boyfriends had awkward arms around them, trying to hold back laughter. I just laughed out loud. I think inside, they appreciated that someone was laughing at their girlfriends.
Sunday was study day
And now we're back to my overwhelming desire to buy pins. Lots and lots of pins. Thick ones. A ridiculous amount of thick pins dipped in acids, shat on by a dog, blessed by Lucifer himself.
That sounds good
Now...take it easy. don't die. don't get raped
(all that seems a little empty considering, doesn't it. oops. oh well)
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Paper writing is not for the faint of heart
Yeah, yeah. haven't written in a while. blah blah so on and so forth
I have a paper to write, therefore, I'm updating
Predictable, I know
Many wonderful things that I could have written about but didn't happened in the last few weeks: Halloween festivities complete with killing REAL zombies on Grand River, Ingrid Michaelson concert, numerous episodes of Glee, more walks late at night than should be academically healthy, my family getting a piano, Carla getting pregnant again (!!!!!) and so much more
So, why I chose to write about this day, I'll never know.
Perhaps I will discuss with you (or at you, rather, unless you leave a comment in reply) the link between people who own yellow VW Bugs and people who speak German.
My AP Lit/German teacher from high school always drove her yellow Bug with her Deutche sticker on the back (just a D, but still) to school. I mean, it's not as if the sticker set her car apart from all the other Bugs since no one else drove a VW Bug, but here begins my evidence.
College time and I meet Meredith. Yay for Meredith. Last year, I found out that she owns a yellow VW Bug. Guess where she is right now? Germany. Hmmm
Fast forward to yesterday. I'm walking in the parking lot right behind Akers/Hubbard (waaaaay out in BFE) and I pass a yellow VW Bug with a sticker on the back of it. What did the sticker say, you ask? Well, I'll tell you:
Deutchland
Now, perhaps I'm excluding all other cars in my observations. It might be that these sorts of stickers show up on blue Chevy Impalas all the time and I'm just not looking because I WANT there to be some kind of odd correlation between these cars and the land of the Germans.
And I know the car's name has german origins, so that could account for some of it, but I've never seen a black Bug or a blue Bug or any other kind of VW Bug or ANY kind of Volkswagon, for that matter, have a Deutche sticker
Just something for you to think about.
I feel like this weekend is one of those where there's a shit ton of stuff going on, but I cannot remember what I'm supposed to do. I feel like I have ten million things planned and I can't remember a one of them. It's one of those situations where someone says, "We're doing such and such on Friday. You're coming, right?" and I say, "Of course. Wouldn't miss it."
But I might just if I can't remember what IT is.
So, if I miss you this weekend, I'm sorry.
I have to start writing things down.
In other news, I ADORE my political science professor
That is all
Take it easy. Don't die. Don't get raped
I have a paper to write, therefore, I'm updating
Predictable, I know
Many wonderful things that I could have written about but didn't happened in the last few weeks: Halloween festivities complete with killing REAL zombies on Grand River, Ingrid Michaelson concert, numerous episodes of Glee, more walks late at night than should be academically healthy, my family getting a piano, Carla getting pregnant again (!!!!!) and so much more
So, why I chose to write about this day, I'll never know.
Perhaps I will discuss with you (or at you, rather, unless you leave a comment in reply) the link between people who own yellow VW Bugs and people who speak German.
My AP Lit/German teacher from high school always drove her yellow Bug with her Deutche sticker on the back (just a D, but still) to school. I mean, it's not as if the sticker set her car apart from all the other Bugs since no one else drove a VW Bug, but here begins my evidence.
College time and I meet Meredith. Yay for Meredith. Last year, I found out that she owns a yellow VW Bug. Guess where she is right now? Germany. Hmmm
Fast forward to yesterday. I'm walking in the parking lot right behind Akers/Hubbard (waaaaay out in BFE) and I pass a yellow VW Bug with a sticker on the back of it. What did the sticker say, you ask? Well, I'll tell you:
Deutchland
Now, perhaps I'm excluding all other cars in my observations. It might be that these sorts of stickers show up on blue Chevy Impalas all the time and I'm just not looking because I WANT there to be some kind of odd correlation between these cars and the land of the Germans.
And I know the car's name has german origins, so that could account for some of it, but I've never seen a black Bug or a blue Bug or any other kind of VW Bug or ANY kind of Volkswagon, for that matter, have a Deutche sticker
Just something for you to think about.
I feel like this weekend is one of those where there's a shit ton of stuff going on, but I cannot remember what I'm supposed to do. I feel like I have ten million things planned and I can't remember a one of them. It's one of those situations where someone says, "We're doing such and such on Friday. You're coming, right?" and I say, "Of course. Wouldn't miss it."
But I might just if I can't remember what IT is.
So, if I miss you this weekend, I'm sorry.
I have to start writing things down.
In other news, I ADORE my political science professor
That is all
Take it easy. Don't die. Don't get raped
Monday, October 19, 2009
Don't want to fall another moment in your gravity
Had one of the best weekends I've had in a while.
Grand Rapids was peachy keen. I love seeing Bridget, Christine, Cheeseburger and Sarah. Usually when people come in twos (like Bridget and Mary Kate or Christine and Sarah), I feel left out. Sister fun, right? Not with these people. They're fantastical. I spent way more time than is healthy on Sarah's iTouch, reading through some of the sex trivia that she has on there. There were literally 540 of them, so I was proud that I got to 230. I learned some things I didn't know (which isn't surprising), like, along with the genitals, the nasal passages will swell during orgasm. Somehow this equates to helping with sinus issues. I don't know. Those were two separate trivia statements. Your nasal passages swell during sex. Sex helps to get rid of sinus blockage.
You can work that out yourselves
Also, if you don't want to get pregnant, don't orgasm. It can only help the sperm
^_^
Ren fest was cool, too. I stayed strong and didn't buy anything, though I really wanted another ring. Lindsay's dress was amazing, especially considering she made it all on her own (I think).
And I got the sweatshirt from Tyler. Epic win.
Got home Saturday night and spent it relaxing with Katie, Sasha, Christine and Emily. Emily had made cookies, so when I walked through the door, the entire apartment smelled of baking chocolate chip cookies. So good
Then Sunday, we went apple picking. I swear I ate 10 apples that I didn't pay for. Their apple cinnamon doughnuts are heavenly and we got a bunch of cider. Now our entire bottom drawer in our fridge is FILLED TO THE BRIM with apples.
Yay for happy weekends
I'm late for class
bye!
Grand Rapids was peachy keen. I love seeing Bridget, Christine, Cheeseburger and Sarah. Usually when people come in twos (like Bridget and Mary Kate or Christine and Sarah), I feel left out. Sister fun, right? Not with these people. They're fantastical. I spent way more time than is healthy on Sarah's iTouch, reading through some of the sex trivia that she has on there. There were literally 540 of them, so I was proud that I got to 230. I learned some things I didn't know (which isn't surprising), like, along with the genitals, the nasal passages will swell during orgasm. Somehow this equates to helping with sinus issues. I don't know. Those were two separate trivia statements. Your nasal passages swell during sex. Sex helps to get rid of sinus blockage.
You can work that out yourselves
Also, if you don't want to get pregnant, don't orgasm. It can only help the sperm
^_^
Ren fest was cool, too. I stayed strong and didn't buy anything, though I really wanted another ring. Lindsay's dress was amazing, especially considering she made it all on her own (I think).
And I got the sweatshirt from Tyler. Epic win.
Got home Saturday night and spent it relaxing with Katie, Sasha, Christine and Emily. Emily had made cookies, so when I walked through the door, the entire apartment smelled of baking chocolate chip cookies. So good
Then Sunday, we went apple picking. I swear I ate 10 apples that I didn't pay for. Their apple cinnamon doughnuts are heavenly and we got a bunch of cider. Now our entire bottom drawer in our fridge is FILLED TO THE BRIM with apples.
Yay for happy weekends
I'm late for class
bye!
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Mmm, cherrios
Countdown: 1 day until Bridget and Grand Valley goodness. Yay
Life's been going well enough. Had a bit of a blip this morning, but, as far as I'm concerned, it's taken care of. Unlike last time, I've got a wide support system (and not just my lovely Bridget) and that makes this easier to do. Thank God
Trojan Women was last night. While I appreciate Kabuki theatre and thought everything was very beautiful, it was an emotional overload. They seriously never let up. There was crying and lamenting and more crying and shouting and the lamenting continued. It was all very dramatic. Rachel was lovely. Ross Egan played a surprisingly beautiful woman. The puppet was scary
Got my screenplay back from Jeff yesterday after a flurry of forgetfulness on his part and running around on my part. But I have it. He gave some really good comments, praise and criticism, and now I can finally get to editing the damn thing. He told me to let him know when I was done with a second draft, as he wants to look at it when I'm done. Yay ^_^
I don't want to decide what I'm doing after this year. I have to sit down with Sasha and Katie at some point and discuss this. And I have to talk to my parents. Or, I could get off my duff and get grad school applications done and over with and just go to grad school after this year. That's a possibility, too. Not a fun one, but days of fun are coming to an end. Now it's time to get serious
*snicker*
I have class soon and a shower needs to be had, so
take it easy. don't die. don't get raped.
Life's been going well enough. Had a bit of a blip this morning, but, as far as I'm concerned, it's taken care of. Unlike last time, I've got a wide support system (and not just my lovely Bridget) and that makes this easier to do. Thank God
Trojan Women was last night. While I appreciate Kabuki theatre and thought everything was very beautiful, it was an emotional overload. They seriously never let up. There was crying and lamenting and more crying and shouting and the lamenting continued. It was all very dramatic. Rachel was lovely. Ross Egan played a surprisingly beautiful woman. The puppet was scary
Got my screenplay back from Jeff yesterday after a flurry of forgetfulness on his part and running around on my part. But I have it. He gave some really good comments, praise and criticism, and now I can finally get to editing the damn thing. He told me to let him know when I was done with a second draft, as he wants to look at it when I'm done. Yay ^_^
I don't want to decide what I'm doing after this year. I have to sit down with Sasha and Katie at some point and discuss this. And I have to talk to my parents. Or, I could get off my duff and get grad school applications done and over with and just go to grad school after this year. That's a possibility, too. Not a fun one, but days of fun are coming to an end. Now it's time to get serious
*snicker*
I have class soon and a shower needs to be had, so
take it easy. don't die. don't get raped.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Curse you, Saturday
My life is uninteresting, so forgive me for not updating.
Not much has been going on. Just hanging around with people and relaxing and not studying for tests so I got 70% on them.
Same old, same old.
What I've come today to say is that I feel like the internet dies on Saturdays. It's not that I don't enjoy my Saturdays - hell, I would kill for ten Saturdays in a row...or for it to perpetually be Saturday...or Friday. I like Fridays a lot.
I digress
It's just that I have very few web comics that I stay faithful to and none of them update on the weekends. That's fine and dandy, folks, because I have Post Secret on Sunday, but what about Saturday? When is Saturday going to liven up on the updating? Perhaps this is just me, afraid of surfing the wide reaches of the internet in case dear Beverly decides she wants to be a bitch and get a virus. Perhaps you all think I'm insane. While these things might be true, I still feel like the internet does a death thing on Saturday and rises out of the ashes like an electronic phoenix on Sunday morning
The internet is like Jesus - dies on Friday afternoon and rises from the dead on Sunday morning.
Anywho, as much as I would like to savor the weekend, I REALLY want Tuesday to come around. I had emailed Jeff Wray a while ago to get my screenplay back from him. To make a long story short, we didn't meet when we said we would. Whatever. And I was going to email him again and try to set something up, but I just kept forgetting
but
He emailed me saying, "I know you're about ready to clock me right now, but we have GOT to meet." He went on to say that he really wanted to see me to talk about my screenplay because he liked it a lot and had a ton of questions about it.
Now, this email came RIGHT after I got the feedback for my poly sci test. The two were very different from each other. One said, "YOU FAIL. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHA *coughcoughsputter* .....HAHAHAHAH!" and the other one said, "Epic win, Chrissy. Major epic win."
And since I look for career signs everywhere, I took this as, "For the love of all that is good and righteous, Chrissy, do NOT go to law school."
But I never listen to those signs. I'm still considering it
But that's beside the point. I'm just very excited to hear his comments on the screenplay. I realize that the last 50 or so pages were ridiculously bad and had more continuity issues than any time-traveling story you're likely to come across, so I'm both curious and concerned about what he's going to say. Nevertheless, he didn't say that he wanted to give me the written comments. He said he wanted to talk with me about it. This might not be significant in your eyes, but for me, it really means the world.
yay
It might be time for dinner now and maybe some margaritas? yeah? yeah?
I think so
take it easy. don't die. don't get raped!
Not much has been going on. Just hanging around with people and relaxing and not studying for tests so I got 70% on them.
Same old, same old.
What I've come today to say is that I feel like the internet dies on Saturdays. It's not that I don't enjoy my Saturdays - hell, I would kill for ten Saturdays in a row...or for it to perpetually be Saturday...or Friday. I like Fridays a lot.
I digress
It's just that I have very few web comics that I stay faithful to and none of them update on the weekends. That's fine and dandy, folks, because I have Post Secret on Sunday, but what about Saturday? When is Saturday going to liven up on the updating? Perhaps this is just me, afraid of surfing the wide reaches of the internet in case dear Beverly decides she wants to be a bitch and get a virus. Perhaps you all think I'm insane. While these things might be true, I still feel like the internet does a death thing on Saturday and rises out of the ashes like an electronic phoenix on Sunday morning
The internet is like Jesus - dies on Friday afternoon and rises from the dead on Sunday morning.
Anywho, as much as I would like to savor the weekend, I REALLY want Tuesday to come around. I had emailed Jeff Wray a while ago to get my screenplay back from him. To make a long story short, we didn't meet when we said we would. Whatever. And I was going to email him again and try to set something up, but I just kept forgetting
but
He emailed me saying, "I know you're about ready to clock me right now, but we have GOT to meet." He went on to say that he really wanted to see me to talk about my screenplay because he liked it a lot and had a ton of questions about it.
Now, this email came RIGHT after I got the feedback for my poly sci test. The two were very different from each other. One said, "YOU FAIL. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHA *coughcoughsputter* .....HAHAHAHAH!" and the other one said, "Epic win, Chrissy. Major epic win."
And since I look for career signs everywhere, I took this as, "For the love of all that is good and righteous, Chrissy, do NOT go to law school."
But I never listen to those signs. I'm still considering it
But that's beside the point. I'm just very excited to hear his comments on the screenplay. I realize that the last 50 or so pages were ridiculously bad and had more continuity issues than any time-traveling story you're likely to come across, so I'm both curious and concerned about what he's going to say. Nevertheless, he didn't say that he wanted to give me the written comments. He said he wanted to talk with me about it. This might not be significant in your eyes, but for me, it really means the world.
yay
It might be time for dinner now and maybe some margaritas? yeah? yeah?
I think so
take it easy. don't die. don't get raped!
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