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Tuesday, November 18, 2003


Be Cool, My Babies!
I'm watching that Threes Company movie on VH1 right now. Someone explain to me why Somers thought she'd get paid more than her other two co-stars combined. In fact, she wanted to get paid twice as much as their salaries combined. I would've been happy making $30,000 per episode, with at least a dozen episodes per year. Whatever!

I felt a little creative over the weekend, so I wrote the myOtaku Rap. Maybe one of these days, I'll record it, so you can all behold my mad rhyming skillz.

Ok, you don't have to laugh that hard.

I just finished reading Interview With The Vampire yesterday. This is sad news, because I started reading it in mid-August. It shouldn't have taken me that long to finish that book. Oh well. Now I can move on to the rest of the Vampire Chronicles series: The Vampire Lestat, Queen of the Damned, The Tale of the Bloody Thief, Memnoch the Devil, The Vampire Armand, and Merrick. I should be done in 2005.

Hm... finances...
I want to buy The Vampire Lestat. That's $8. I want to go see Looney Tunes. That's $6.50. I want to buy Kingdom Hearts. That's $20. Oh, and let's not forget about gas for my car. That's $15+.
Only $49 (not including sales tax). Considering I have a fortnightly $60 allowance, I'll just have to learn to make that last $11 stretch for two weeks.

I need a job so bad.

I signed up for my Spring '04 classes. I was afraid the classes I wanted would be filled, but I didn't have to worry about that. Nope. Turns out all of the classes I wanted over-lapped each other in time. The acting class I wanted happened at the exact same time as the Radio Studio class. In fact, a lot of classes I want seem to happen around the same time. Even my alternatives. I had to pick Radio Studio and 3 alternate-alternates; Photography, Web Design, and Intro to Music.

Maybe I'll go to my dad's house this weekend. It's nice to go down there and forget about the harsh reality of my life, and remember the harsh reality of their lives. And how I miss that 5 year old sister of mine who's too mature for her own good.

Much Love

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