| [ |
mood |
| |
 okay |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
James Taylor "Carolina In My Mind" |
] |
Hey there. You know, sometimes I'm too busy to get to the computer. I'm not sure this week was one of those times, but I did have a lot of Chipain's to attend to, so that's a lot like busy-ness. All that nametag-wearing... I'm stunned I survived as well. But anyway, yeah, I'm here... roughly a week and a half since our last waltz. Fuck me, right? Don't worry, already did ;)
Let's just get the lame news out of the way first. MTV emailed me, and I'll be damned, I didn't make the finals. In case anyone was worried, Peter did make the finals. I guess his rap skills won them over. After initially just being kind of disappointed about not being picked, I sat back and evaluated how I felt about my application. I'm not disappointed with how I represented myself, and I'm not even that mad about not getting chosen. I'm more pissed that I told a bunch of people about my opportunity because now it's like, oh, actually, sorry, I fucked it up. Of course it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks about it (not like anyone would truly be asinine -- they have no reason to be), but you know, meh, I'm a little bummed. However, I picked up the pieces of my broken heart with the help of a mini-shopping spree at Target. I haven't bought a CD since fucking January, so I browsed the new releases and picked the most listenable choice available. That was the Dixie Chicks' Taking the Long Way since I like their new single and want to kick the goold-ole-boy asses of country radio and their ban on the girls. Surely the Dixie Chicks are doomed without me. I also bought Saturday Night Live: The Best of Cheri Oteri because Cheri is a motherfucking badass crazy bitch who can lay out Jimmy Fallon any day of the week. Rachel and I ate anti-celebratory french fries at George's later in the night, so officially, my woe-is-me parade is complete. Thank you everyone who rode on my float with me.
I've been in contact with most all of the essential Lemont all-stars lately... except for a few stragglers who are still at school (those assholes). I'm only working twice next week, so hopefully I can continue to let the good times roll right into White Castle, Chili's, Panera, or any other place where I can drop large bills quickly. Or maybe the movies. I just saw X-Men 3 the other day with a whole slew of fuckers led by Elyse, and blow me down, I actually liked it. Granted, I still hate Halle Berry and her scheme to cover up that she's a dumbass. We followed the trail of drool all the way to your dressing room, Halle, don't play un-retard with us. Furthermore, Anna Paquin is miscast and boring. Other than that, I successfully enjoyed the movie and once again laughed at and secretly related to Moody McHandkerchief, aka Cyclops.
Alright, that snippet is all I've got for now. I'm tired and not in the mood to write (love reading that in journals, by the way... like why the hell are you writing if you don't want to write? I don't want to read!), so I'll catch y'all later.
Peace Meowt, xoxo,
Louis
|