theseadog

I aplied for a pirate group today, but it's a 'private' group. I'm not sure how that's going to turn out. The last 'private' group I applied for was F.O.W.L. a little while back. I never heard from them. I can only assume that they were getting ready to invite me, when something went horribly wrong, and they've been desperately trying to contact me ever since. I only hope that it was nothing to serious, and they'll be fit enough to invite me sometime soon.

Oh, yeah... and I see how it is. I'm busy for a few days, so I leave a snazzy quote from "Donnie Darko", and hardly anyone responds. Fine, be that way. See if I ever post in your journals again. Of course, since I tend to post in your journals before mine, you've probably already seen that, yes, I did post again. So take that biatches.


I'm going yachting tommorow. Pip pip, cherio, I summer in the Caimans, and all that. Aparently, someone I know has an uncle with a yacht. I'm not sure who this someone is that has the uncle though. Cus I was invited second hand, and couldn't here a damn thing over the cell phone. All I know is there's eight of us, plus somebodys (?) uncle. I was invited by Heather, which means Sam will come, possibly Becky, and Heathers mom is in town. I don't know who the other three are, but it better be a decent sized yacht, cus that's quite a few of us. I'm not sure that I'm ready for yachting. I don't own any Dockers, sweaters, OR turtle Kneck shirts. I wonder if we'll play polo after yachting? I think that's how it works.

So, yeah. I had breakfast with Heather & her mom yesterday. funny that I met her mom before Sam did. Heather asked me at least 3 times what I thought about Becky. I'm like, shit, I've met her once and hardly got to talk to her. Guess I don't have to ask Heather to put in a good word for me though. My bet is she already has. Why do I always end up in the role of best friend to my friends' girlfriends? If that makes any sense. The worst was Ryans wife. I knew she was pregnant before he did. Ryan would come over, and she'd always have to pull me aside to confer with her on something, or play mediator to there fights, or tell me a 'big secret'. As if I wasn't going to tell my friend who I'd known much longer than her. I'm usually pretty good at spotting third wheel situations ahead of time, and dipping out silently, but she was impossible to escape from.


The bonus is, I get set up with a lot of cute friends. So I guess it's not all bad. It's just the mediating fights that really blows. And always over the stupidest shit. Crap. I'm rambling again.

My job for Monday got pushed back again. I'm just going to blow them off and spend the next couple days making calls for work. I can't sit around waiting just because their actor changed her mind. I have bills to pay. I'd hate to have to work in a hospital, but if it comes to that, I might just have to fall back on it. Oh well, it wouldn't be for too long. I'm submitting myself to a few casting companies like Combat Casting and such this week. I don't want to act, but if I do 'specialty background', I get a nice pay bump, and you don't get treated like shit, like most background "actors" do. Plus, I put together both my military advisor, and my set medic resumes today. Hooray for easy money!

Alroght, that's all I've got to say. If you don't hear from me again, I fell off the yacht and forgot how to swim. I was then attacked by sharks, who devoured my legs, but refused to finish the job due to my high nicotine content. Then, my mangled body bobbed against the waves until I was finally washed onto the shore of an island. The indigenous people of the island made me their legless king. My first official decree was that all of the women where to bear at least one of my children. In protest, the men of the island ate me alive. So remember, if you don't hear from me... That's what happened.