January 2011
5 posts
The Talk
During tennis today, as usual I had a series of deep thoughts and revelations. I pondered answers to existential questions and questioned existences. However, at the end of the day this is what delightful conversation I have to share.
Dad: So, you still want to be an actress?
Me: Well I'll always have that option open.
Dad: I'd prefer that you directed...most men don't want their daughters to become actresses because there's this unspoken rule that the women must sleep with the directors in order to be successful...So you should be a director...so you can be in control...
Me: So I can sleep with all the hot male actors?
Dad: No...We already had this conversation about when and which situations are appropriate for sex...
Me: For money?
Dad: ...
Hehehe I love my daddy. Happy Birthday!!! (January 31)
A Tangent
What I would have written half an hour ago:
The fine art of arithmetics and I have never gotten along particularly well. I would think we were friends and then she (I just thought about it for a second and have decided that math is a female for reasons I will list later) she would stab me in the back and then laugh in my face while I cried. However, our relationship when she is kind to me is...
Like Live Television
I’m going do that thing when people blog during Award Shows with raw reactions/ends up sounding incoherent.
-LOL walking dead…the Hef. Haven’t seen the Tourist but I feel like that’s starting heavy haha.
-I don’t even really know who Ricky Gervais is…is he allowed to be making these jokes? haha.
-Oh man i’m gonna be on this show one day.
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Fuck!n' Perfect
I try to avoid posting these things when I’m depressed but I just pretend no one ever sees them.
This week was fantastic. I’ve been what I call “deathly ill” but really it’s just the bug that’s really getting around like a little ho. The first day I felt fatigued and head-achey and couldn’t sit up or stand up without experiencing nauseating vertigo. So...
Memory Lane: Recalled to Life
I was destined to be a genius.
I recently attended a holiday party at an old friend’s home. She presented me with a blue folder. “Uh..what is this?” To my astonishment, inside were a short stack of papers from fourth grade when three of us girls at the part were the best of friends. The contents of this folder reminded us that we had a girl band called “Destiny’s...