1. I have laryngitis and I have my Syracuse audition this Saturday. Awesome.
2. I have had the urge to reblog about 45 pictures I have seen lately just so I could say “Eat a sandwich.”
3. My belly hurts a bit.
4. I had more to say, and I can’t remember. And now that will bother me!
Today, when I got home from rehearsal, I played in the snow. Alone. And I had a lovely time. I’ve been wanting to play in the snow for a while but no one would go with me! So I did it myself. I wanted to make a snowman, but the snow was no good for packing. So I made a snow angel, and I snapped the biggest icicles that I could off of my house. I slipped a lot, and I fell down a lot. Snow is slippery. And I felt all the magic of my childhood flood back to me.
Don’t forget how to use your imagination and entertain yourself for hours like kids can do. It’s a dying art.
My tumblarity is 1.
I wasn’t going to post anything about it, because I think it’s really annoying that everyone is… but 1 is worthy of a post.
Last night I dreamt that I was at the pet store and was deciding between getting a hedgehog or a blueberry muffin as a pet. The muffin had a face. But I’m pretty sure I went with the hedgehog.
I do not give a fuck what people said about anyone on their formspring. I’m pretty sure that it was intended for the person it was written about. Not everyone else.
I’m sorry, this is mean. But I am just perhaps the most irritable and upset that I have been in a good long while.
I totally completely fucking hate being lied to.
Last year, I woke up with gum in my hair and a mysterious condom on the floor. This year, I woke up with champagne in my hair and weed in the sink.
Please be good to me, 2010.
I’m feeling highly emotional. Ew.