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Today's rant: why do I get weird messages on my school answering machine? When the term began, a crazy person left a voice mail saying that my birthday was coming up and to call her right away but didn't leave her name or number. And. it wasn't my birthday.
I've gotten one from a mother making an acrylic nail appointment for her daughter--what? This is my dorm room, not a nail salon. Then, a call for the music conservatory. The ONLY instrument I play is the radio.
And today, someone called for Mrs. Webb from a local high school. I'm not Ms. Webb! I don't know Mrs. Webb! *tears hair from head* I wish the confused masses with their random requests would stop calling me!
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My favorite away message:
"*screams* This is not a communist daycare center! Go home to your mother! Go home to your mother and tell her I hate her! Go home to your mother and tell her I HATE YOU!" -VTG
Not sleeping at night has some interesting consequences. It doesn't seem that the previous day has ended, though you're well into the next day. The day-to-day sameness seems more pronounced. And I ramble, in case you couldn't tell. Happy Tuesday, anyhow.
I went to the library to see if they had Othello on film. They did. Not the version I wanted>>Laurence Fishburne and Kenneth Branagh. So, I wandered about and found an unlocked unmarked door. Roof access.
Beautiful view and no one can see you. I got to take the jazziest girl up to look around. With that, I'll dream all night. 
Today's rant: why do I get weird messages on my school answering machine? When the term began, a crazy person left a voice mail saying that my birthday was coming up and to call her right away but didn't leave her name or number. And. it wasn't my birthday.
I've gotten one from a mother making an acrylic nail appointment for her daughter--what? This is my dorm room, not a nail salon. Then, a call for the music conservatory. The ONLY instrument I play is the radio.
And today, someone called for Mrs. Webb from a local high school. I'm not Ms. Webb! I don't know Mrs. Webb! *tears hair from head* I wish the confused masses with their random requests would stop calling me!
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My favorite away message:
"*screams* This is not a communist daycare center! Go home to your mother! Go home to your mother and tell her I hate her! Go home to your mother and tell her I HATE YOU!" -VTG
Not sleeping at night has some interesting consequences. It doesn't seem that the previous day has ended, though you're well into the next day. The day-to-day sameness seems more pronounced. And I ramble, in case you couldn't tell. Happy Tuesday, anyhow.
I went to the library to see if they had Othello on film. They did. Not the version I wanted>>Laurence Fishburne and Kenneth Branagh. So, I wandered about and found an unlocked unmarked door. Roof access.
Beautiful view and no one can see you. I got to take the jazziest girl up to look around. With that, I'll dream all night. 
thearcanecircle:
what a day heh..the simple things can be so nice...