No hygienically challenged persons tried to shake my hand. No "special" aromas to linger in my office. Yippee.
And after it was all said and done, my "favorite" called like eight times, and never talked to me. I guess my confrontation was more potent than I imagined.
So I'm using my roommate's computer to write a paper this morning, and, rather than dig through the &*^&%#()$*%&#@ Start menu, I go to launch Word from the Run dialog (My soul still runs on DOS, so I do virtually everything by keystroke. Fire up for windows-R) and can't get it to start.
Until I see what I've actually typed
winwod
My mind is definitely somewhere else today!
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Current Music
Another song from The Last Five Years (as soon as it downloads!!!)
After a year+ period of expectation, I now own the vocal selections from Songs for a New World!!!
Hal Leonard finally published it. I can't wait to start learning "King of the World" and "I'm Not Afraid of Anything".
Never before has a musical (well, technically, this show is a revue) spoken to me this strongly. I feel like Jason Robert Brown stalked me and wrote songs about my emotional states.
"I'm Not Afraid of Anything" could be the anthem of my life.
I don't know what was worse, watching her fall, or having all my friends that were in the room with me laugh at me over it.
They just don't understand. There are some moments when I can't separate my emotional state from those around me. Figure skating is one of those moments.
Seeing the pain in Michelle's eyes, I'm now crying. Fuck.
Do you see the look in Irena's eyes? I swear she's thinking, "At least I beat Michelle." Bitch
Damn NBC sensational-pseudo news. Cameras locked on Michelle, waiting to see if she'll break down. Could this Olympic coverage get any more pathetic? I wish we still got the CBC (Canada). Their coverage is sooo much better. At least I can watch it off-campus.
