November 2011
13 posts
October 2011
25 posts
So as we were leaving the bar, my friends and I ended up singing “Lean On Me” with everyone who was left. And despite three mixed drinks, a Long Island, and an unnecessarily expensive shot of whiskey later, I could still sing harmonies.
I challenge you, Tumblr darlings, to have a better 21st birthday, or better friends than I do.
DRUNKEN OVERSIGHT NOTE: And I still have a whole birthday left! Gracious, am I one lucky girl.
The really weird thing about this weather is that although I don’t think fall is prettier anywhere than it is in Charlottesville, no other time of year makes me miss Richmond more.
Been in a bit of a Weezer tailspin for the past couple weeks. Here’s a nice Pinkerton B-side for your Friday evening.
My back hurts and I can’t go to the gym and I have a midterm tomorrow and I hate everything grumble grumble grumble.
But then I remember how pretty my big picture is and how lucky I am, and everything is a little better.
I should probably look a little more seriously into finding a chiropractor who takes my insurance, though.
EDIT: Got my Norts on, ‘bout to hit up the gym. Get at me, chronic muscle pain.
I appear to have made the conscious decision to spend my newfound free time watching YouTube videos of dogs seeing their people for the first time since they came back from being deployed.
If ever my being from a Navy town was going to manifest itself in some way, this would be it.
Parade’s over.
I’m going to buck all the precedents I’ve ever set for myself and not post my usual sticky sweet, overblown paean about the show…maybe I will in actual big-girl writing (imagine that!), but I don’t think slapping it on the Internet is the thing to do. It was honest to God one of the most lovely experiences I’ve ever had, for more reasons than I can possibly name. I hate that it has to be memory now, but all lovely things do sometime. What I will say is that if I am ever able to do another show that is so special and so deeply beloved by its cast that most of them can’t help but cry after the last curtain call, I’ll be lucky.
I’m not completely positive what happens now, but I do know that I’d be a fool to just spend it waiting for the next thing to come along.
You know, I’ve been acting since I was a tiny thing, and for the first time ever, I could actually see me doing this for the rest of my life.
This is a terrible thing.