Monday, March 23, 2009
3:50 PM ● succes-- the mystery of bobby long solved

apparently i'm the only one that cared whom this mystery 'bobby long' seemed to be. apparently, i was also, the only one who DIDN'T get the memorandum explaining why he's such an integral part to this 'twilight' phenomenon that everyone's all a twitter (pardon the pun) about. silly people. twilight?
pffft.
who knew gorgeous had friends. and not just fuck buddies.
mystery solved. i still don't understand what he has to do with anything, but like a ship, there are always barnacles.

speaking of fuck buddies... can you say thank fucking god? if rumors (which tend to be sadly just rumors) are to be believed (and i soooo wish i could believe this) has gorgeous mcsexy face having late night visits with ms. megan fox? thank all that is holy-- one union i can finally appreciate. pretty people need to fuck other pretty people. however, upon enlightening myself with a sensory overload of celebrity news (i research when i'm hard pressed for something to do after school. i wouldn't want to be bringing incorrect facts here, to myself. and the like 2 people that might read this. maybe) i deducted that megan fox is indeed back with brian what's his nuts from whatever tv show he came from and this is naught but a rumor.
so i say fuck it. it's time to start a rumor mill. i'm tired of all of this 'correct' ness. i want publicists to work for their money. that's why people pay them. i want damage control written over everything. let's stir shit up. it's a boring week in the end of march. let's shake the primordial pop bottle of society.
in other top news, surprisingly nothing has changed with me in the last week. i've made a vow to actually attend class more than say, once a week per class and i've also made the first attempt at going to the gym on a regular basis. i mean, i do have to look good for vegas. and i will eventually have to put on a swimsuit (and not visibly break down) in order to even out my farmers tan that i will inevitably get from work. plus there's dallas.
ohhhh dallas. how my heart longs for you to be next week rather than a billion years from now.
actually, i take that back. there's too much to do before i leave to dallas.
ok ok ok, a to do list.
  • get a dress
  • get a tan
  • get a body to fit in the dress
  • get my hair done
  • get my nails did
  • buy a plane ticket to ________ (insert dallas/fortworth; houston; san antonio; birmingham)
  • get contacts
  • figure out $$ (how much i have [$36.98 LOL]; how much i need to get down there [$600.00]; how much i need when i'm down there [$400+] meaning i'm in the hole about $970.00+-- FUCK ME SIDEWAYS)

i think that's it. for now. i'm sure the list will grow exponentially as the months creep by. ohhh my. and don't forget that planned but spontaneous trip to vancouver to, uh, take in the sights. i don't know exactly what we're doing in van-city but i hope it involves copious amounts of drink and not a lot of reality.

right now i'm all about the losing my reality bit. since reality sucks (i.e i'm stuck in canada away from people that i'm pretty sure were meant to be my family in another life, my income is far from acceptable, there is so much fucking snow etc., etc., etc...) i've decided that the best way to go through my days is to forget that i'm actually living them. for now.

ugh. school beckons me to attempt to focus for more than 30 minutes at a time. fuck you excel.

like i said before, fuck mondays.

p.s-- is it bad that i have now purchased a second version of twilight on dvd? i'm starting to think i have a problem. and his name starts with rob. LOL

xxxxxx

(live)