How come things that happen to stupid people always happen to me?
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| — | Homer Simpson |
i’ll always remember riding to volleyball games in that red volvo station wagon with cdr. springle playing NPR while sarah and i stifled laughter in the back seat.
you know what i think is pretty damn tacky:
recycling special music. music tied to old memories.
rude, tacky, ungrateful, unoriginal.
i am not the most nostalgic person in the world, but that. you just don’t.
i don’t think i’ll go further on this topic.
today:
- a chipmonk scared me and made me scream.
- my shoulders are killing me. i had to eat dinner laying down. yes. laying down.
- i developed a new emotion related to returning to the dorm. fear. what a terrible moment to be an RA. that report is inaccurate. UAPD doesn’t do “welfare checks.” resident advisers do. i was skiddish enough doing them with Wade friday before this was in the news. god forbid i ever have to find one of my residents like that.
- terrence cody jersey shall be mine.
- time to trade in the L100. just didn’t work out.
- i think a lady bug just fell in my mountain dew.
every year, i decorate my Nana’s christmas tree for her. it’s different every time i do it, but i think this is the best i’ve done so far. it’s silver and blue and she made the bow at the top.
the tragicomedy that is my life
okay, so ian (my brother) is in “A Christmas Carol.” he plays Old Joe. my mom can’t be backstage for one of the shows, so i volunteered to help him to make sure he doesn’t miss his cues and put his make up on that morning.
a professional came to the final dress rehearsal and did ian’s make up for my mom and i to recreate for the rest of the shows running. here’s what i have to recreate:
yeah, that shouldn’t be too hard…
