Day 30 - Best Animated Show

(Yes. I know. It was supposed to be Best Quote, but I refuse. I simply refuse)

Daria

Hands down. Best animated show ever. The only good thing MTV has done with its sad, sorry existence as a television channel.

Yeah, yeah. Don't give me that crap about how Archer or South Park are better. They're not. Daria is the best

Here. A random episode. Educate yourself





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Thankfully, I saw Drunken City last night because that storm rolled in super fast

I've got to hand it to those actors, though. Ridiculously dark clouds were rolling in, half their audience got up to leave, the wind was blowing so hard it was rocking the scenery behind them, but they just kept on going until the tech guy told them they could stop.

So, Mandy, Emily and I got caught in the rain for a while. Perhaps it wasn't the best day to have product in my hair as it was dripping down my back. Sure, I smelled really good, but the minute I touched my hair to get it out of my eyes, my hands got all sticky and gross.

Now I look like a drowned rat

But, the rain is nice. Hopefully it cools everything down

It would seem that I am all done with my TV meme thing after today. It should feel odd that 30 days have passed, but it doesn't. A lot of people are counting down the days until school starts back up again and they see their friends. I'm not technically counting down to anything. This is kind of an eternal summer for me. Head back to Jackson in a few weeks, like the summer. Start working (maybe at the theater), like the summer. Endure my parents and brother, like the summer

And I get to do that all through fall and winter

This will be odd

Oh well

We all have to regress sometime, right?

^_^

That is all


EDIT TO ADD: So, you remember me telling you about those guys from Libya that live on the bottom floor of our apartment?

I was getting something out of my car and one of them (or one of their friends) was standing just inside the door of their porch area and catches me going back into the apartment complex.

I've already had many an awkward conversation with one of the guys that lives in the apartment. You can only say so much when neither one of you know the language the other speaks. I think he still thinks my name is Christina. That's fine. It's not a big deal or anything.

But anyway. Libya Guy's friend tells me to come inside with him. Now, I'm standing out in the rain barefoot, clad in a tank top and PJ pants, my hair now dried into a limp, curly mess. I am in no state to enter anyone's apartment. Not to mention, I don't know any of these guys - I don't speak their language and they can barely speak a lick of english. I hate awkward situations more than I can express. I tell him that I'm not dressed. He says he doesn't care and, instead, wants to open doors for me to come in. I tell him my roommate is upstairs waiting for me. He doesn't care - he wants me to come inside the apartment. I tell him I have friends upstairs. This finally satisfies him, but he still won't let me go upstairs without giving me a parting gift

A huge plate of food. Shish kabobs on a gigantic plateful of rice. I take it with as many "thank yous" as I can possibly manage. I feel bad for lying to him and were I a less awkward human being, I would have joined them, but an apartment full of people who would only smile and nod at me as I chattered nervously in a language they've only been exposed to for a month would make me uneasy

I'm so rude

But their food was really good. But now I have this huge plate of rice that I don't know what to do with. I'll fry something up to accompany it, I guess...or have Emily fry something up considering I'm really not good at frying anything except my hair and maybe the occasional egg