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Good news: I FOUND MY MOVIE TICKETS!
It was one of those cleaning errors. Like, you move something out of the way so that you can better pick up the things that have surrounded it, but then you forget to put it back. It was literally crammed on my bookshelf just out of sight. What did I tell you all?
I had a frustrating yet amusing dream the other night. I had somehow gotten an internship with someone, and I had to go to Paris for it. The airport I was at was also a shopping mall, and I was running behind, getting close to missing my flight, and I remembered that I had told my family that I was just going on a two day trip instead of, you know, to another country for another year, and I had more or less told my job the same thing. So I stood in the lobby and waited, and missed my flight because I felt guilty about not being honest.
I have no idea what that says about me, but IRL, going to France has been a dream of mine for forever, so I would've told my job to shove it had that happened for reals.
As far as doing stuff goes: last week I got to see The Internship for free at a screening in Dallas. I got lost on the way to the theater and thought that I was going to miss it at first. I had a pass to see This is the End, but that was up in Grapevine, and I ended up being so wiped out that day that I didn't feel up for driving up there. Oh well.
And I've finally signed up for a Netflix account of my own. I spent half of yesterday afternoon watching Bob's Burgers, and I might be hooked. And I'm going to give Teen Wolf a second chance because I have this problem with Tyler Posey, in that I like looking at him.
It was one of those cleaning errors. Like, you move something out of the way so that you can better pick up the things that have surrounded it, but then you forget to put it back. It was literally crammed on my bookshelf just out of sight. What did I tell you all?
I had a frustrating yet amusing dream the other night. I had somehow gotten an internship with someone, and I had to go to Paris for it. The airport I was at was also a shopping mall, and I was running behind, getting close to missing my flight, and I remembered that I had told my family that I was just going on a two day trip instead of, you know, to another country for another year, and I had more or less told my job the same thing. So I stood in the lobby and waited, and missed my flight because I felt guilty about not being honest.
I have no idea what that says about me, but IRL, going to France has been a dream of mine for forever, so I would've told my job to shove it had that happened for reals.
As far as doing stuff goes: last week I got to see The Internship for free at a screening in Dallas. I got lost on the way to the theater and thought that I was going to miss it at first. I had a pass to see This is the End, but that was up in Grapevine, and I ended up being so wiped out that day that I didn't feel up for driving up there. Oh well.
And I've finally signed up for a Netflix account of my own. I spent half of yesterday afternoon watching Bob's Burgers, and I might be hooked. And I'm going to give Teen Wolf a second chance because I have this problem with Tyler Posey, in that I like looking at him.
