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[Dec. 23rd, 2009|01:45 pm] |
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Last night, I had a dream that I was watching American Idol. Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson were performing as a singing duo. I think they were singing a Lady Gaga song (I sleep with the radio on, so it was very likely that I was just hearing the radio in my dream).
Anyway, they did this super embarrassing dance routine and ended the song. Simon Cowell takes one look at Kristen and says, "That was pathetic. You should just give up and go home." She drops to the floor and starts to cry. Simon gets up and says "I am done with this show" and leaves the theater. |
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[Dec. 21st, 2009|02:39 pm] |
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I love that my dad can have all these ~amazing~ conversations with his new girlfriend, but he doesn't even acknowledge that his own daughter has been having a tough time these past few weeks and pays absolutely NO attention to me. He's rather leave the house and go for a run than talk to me. It sucks.
I'm happy for my dad, I really am. But whenever he gets in a relationship, I always get ignored. And I hate it. [Aaaaand I think this new GF of his is boring as hell, but whatever]
Christmas is coming and I don't even want to be involved. All I think about is how I miss my grandparents, my pets, my family and all I do is sit and think about all the happy times we USED to spend together and it makes me sad all day.
I'm trying to get a hold of my mom, and no one is picking up the phone, and no answering machine is clicking on. She's supposed to come visit me tomorrow, but I'm working all day. |
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[Dec. 20th, 2009|12:17 pm] |
Last night, my friends and I went into Boston to see The Slutcracker (a burlesque interpretation of the classic Holiday story with an equally lulzy name). It was awesome.
I now want to learn the art of burlesque. If women bigger than me can get up on stage and do a fan dance to the “Chinese dance” in pasties, or dance to the Trepak in leather and toe shoes, so can I, my friends. So.Can.I. (ok, maybe not the toe shoes part, that would take a lot of work)
Regardless, it was awesome, and I want to be those women.
So I bought a set of pasties of my own.
So there. |
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