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| Well here's a screen shot.
My choices were to either push that big black guy out of the
way, or push the little down syndrome girl out of the way. She ended up kicking my ass with her little velcro
shoe.
And for added enjoyment, here's a picture of my greatest accomplishment of the week.
That's drums, son. I got rhythm.
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| So the American Idol Benefit Concert is tonite
(wednesday). It's on at 730/630 central, which i can never figure out.
So it's either on at 630 or 730. Central? I dunno... anyways...
When
Maria Shriver is onstage talking about charities or something, im on
the right side of the stage (when youre facing the TV). I'm wearing a
red Save the Children Foundation t-shirt. Because im all about Saving
the Children. In fact, i just threw away all my jackets made out of
authentic baby skin.
You might not be able to see me, cuz there's like 100+ people
there, but im near the front. I was in the first row, but then some big
guy at the last second stepped in front of me, so you might just see
the top of my head trying to peek over his shoulder. Which is a shame
cuz i was totally wearing awesome shoes and jeans.
Im not even sure if they're gonna air that part. Or the part where
i made out with Carrie Underwood. But hopefully one of those gets some
airtime.
You might not think this is a huge deal... but
whatever. I got to yell out Brian Austin Green's name (just the "Brian"
part) and he turned around and gave me a peace sign. And then i totally
ogled John Legend's ladyfriend. | | |
| So im still around... bored out of my mind. So bored that i just watched the last episodes and series finale of The OC.
Series Finales always get me right in my woman parts. Maybe it's all this cheap Costco wine... but it's got me thinking... if my life were a show, who would be in my series finale? Maybe you, friendly reader, but most probably Megan Fox.
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| Ack!
I didnt pass the bar!!! Looks like im gonna have to take the february... It's weird... i dont feel that bad about it. Im definitely disappointed and embarassed, but it's not as earthshattering as i thought it would be.
In more fun news, the bday blowout was crrrrrraaaaaazy yesterday. I'll try to put some pics up soon, but judging by the full day hangover, they probably wont be pretty...
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| Bar Results come out tonite at 6pm. I wont be able to check until about 9pm, so just a few more hours of mental anguish.
Im fuh-reaked. Im all weirded out. Yesterday i was sitting at home going absolutely monkeynuts so i started passionately cleaning stuff. Then i remembered, im an alcoholic, not a meth addict, so i went out and got drunk.
The roomie D-bag said she wanted to make her own corkboard, and asked me to start saving corks from wine bottles. I figured i'd try my hardest to help her out, so now im no longer an alcoholic, im an art-n-crafts-aholic. I love using my hands to make jewelry, household decorations, and corroded livers.
The other day i saw an oldish woman driving a mercedes. Her license plate read "5EXU119". I sincerely hope this was not a personalized vanity plate, and that it was a random generation from the DMV. She was too old (and white) to know what pager code is in the first place.
Before i decided on being a whack-a-mole for halloween, i ran through a few other ideas. Two of my favorites turned out not to be feasible. First, i talked to some girls and said, hey, how about you dress up as sexy construction workers, and have hard hats and stuff like that. Then i told other girls they should dress up as sexy scientists, and have labcoats and clipboards. Then, as the final touch, i was gonna show up just in my regular clothing and talking on my cell phone. It was gonna be awesome, except i would need to make sure they hovered around me all night, or else noone would understand that I was the Verizon "it's my network" commercial.
The other idea i think i may have talked about last year. I wanted to get a bunch of people to all dress up as disney characters, with little lights sewn into our costumes connected to an on/off switch. Then, at some point, we would get in a line, flip on our costume lights, turn on the boombox, and dance our way down the street as the Electric Light Parade. This didnt work out because of internal conflict. Dont you think that since it was my idea I shouldve gotten first dibs at Tinkerbell?!?!?!
These unrelated and disjointed paragraphs are what happens when im really distracted and waiting for bar results.
Time to get drinky.
Oh and for those of you still waiting on results like i am, here's a fun little website i found. Enjoy.
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