I don't really like people doing things for me; especially not when it comes to money, but that's a different story. My guy refuses to let me pump my own gas if he's with me, which I am not cool with. Last night, he picked me up and put me on his shoulders to pump gas for me. That's probably the most ridiculously hilarious thing anyone has ever done just to be nice.
I stayed up until dawn working on a silly, new desktop image. I'm sure many of you will recognize the graphic.
That caused me to sleep through government - the class I skip at least once a week, hate, and really, really need to attend more often.
Made it to my next class late, all a mess. Got back two tests this week that I thought I'd done horribly on, both scored a 92. Took a government test today, and actually failed. Oh, it hurt.
Nothing was looking good today until I got home. My fourteen year old brother had pizza and Dr. Pepper waiting for me, I had a letter from one of my best friends, and $270 from the IRS. What can fix a bad day better than buying yourself new underwear? I also took care of my brothers' Christmas presents, which pleases me.
Went with a group of people to see an ex of mine perform a new-found passion for stand-up comedy. Sat right in the front. He altered his show to take out everything about me (his comedian friends told me some of it), though he did call my guy an asshole, presumably for dating me. Other comedians commented on my piercings, asked if they fucking hurt. Only when people ask that damn question, I always say. Apparently, I'm also dating Ewan McGregor. Hot.
My best friend is making a soundtrack of me. I need to do the same for him, but it's not as easy as it sounds. Well, it doesn't really sound very easy. He's coming into town for a day or so next week, the boyfriend-type is going out of town, and my family is going to New Mexico for Thanksgiving, save my fourteen year-old brother that would rather stay with me and sleep all day. Mm, traditional Thanksgiving mac'n'cheese.
I stayed up until dawn working on a silly, new desktop image. I'm sure many of you will recognize the graphic.
That caused me to sleep through government - the class I skip at least once a week, hate, and really, really need to attend more often.
Made it to my next class late, all a mess. Got back two tests this week that I thought I'd done horribly on, both scored a 92. Took a government test today, and actually failed. Oh, it hurt.
Nothing was looking good today until I got home. My fourteen year old brother had pizza and Dr. Pepper waiting for me, I had a letter from one of my best friends, and $270 from the IRS. What can fix a bad day better than buying yourself new underwear? I also took care of my brothers' Christmas presents, which pleases me.
Went with a group of people to see an ex of mine perform a new-found passion for stand-up comedy. Sat right in the front. He altered his show to take out everything about me (his comedian friends told me some of it), though he did call my guy an asshole, presumably for dating me. Other comedians commented on my piercings, asked if they fucking hurt. Only when people ask that damn question, I always say. Apparently, I'm also dating Ewan McGregor. Hot.
My best friend is making a soundtrack of me. I need to do the same for him, but it's not as easy as it sounds. Well, it doesn't really sound very easy. He's coming into town for a day or so next week, the boyfriend-type is going out of town, and my family is going to New Mexico for Thanksgiving, save my fourteen year-old brother that would rather stay with me and sleep all day. Mm, traditional Thanksgiving mac'n'cheese.
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Making a soundtrack for someone else? Now there's a mix CD concept I've never thought of. Sounds fun, but really fucking hard too.
I don't know what I'd put on a soundtrack for you. The best I can come up with is using as much songs with lyrics that say "Lead, follow, or get teh fuck out of my way" or something to that effect.
And of course in between songs there would be snippets of Eddie Izzard shows.
Supposedly, Trent Reznor hit the show friday to check them out, because he's thinking of having them open for his next tour (which is in spring, methinks).
They played a great, great show, so hopefully...
The thought of someone else pumping my gas for me fills me with dread - it's so, so bad for paint. But then again, he's likely competent enough to not spray gasoline everywhere, and it's nice to see that chivalry still lives.