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Chipmunks - I Gotta Feeling |
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I am a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad blogger. TrueFax. But, I really haven't been doing much of anything that's noteworthy. Classes start in a week .. I'm all set. Luckily, most of this year is nursing practicums. Good for me, because it means I have less giant textbooks to haul around. More work, but I'm convinced that if I can hack it in the vet's office during summer rushes, I'll do fine in a hospital. Anyone that disagrees with me, you .. suck?
RJ and I went out for our birthday with a bunch of friends from school. I shouldn't have been surprised that he was able to drink me under the table -- he's been doing it since we were fifteen and Uncle Sash convinced mom to let us try some. Speaking of Sash, it's my turn to terrorize him. Remind me to do that this weekend (I had Robbie on bar duty while I finished working my summer job.)
However, since I'm not planning on terrorizing the Sash-shaped uncle for the entirety of my next few days of freedom, anyone who's actually still in LA .. party, yes? Dancing, drinking. .. Okay, no drinking for my less-than-legal cousins. But party anyway.
I leave you with this amazing display of musical talent. It took my breath away, really. The intricacies of the melody, the way the musician is able to get such a perfect high note ..
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[25 Jul 2010|12:56pm] |
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E.S. Posthumus - Unstoppable |
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Dean: All those angels, all those demons .. they just don't get it, do they, Sammy?
Sam: No, they don't, Dean.
Dean: We're the ones you should be afraid of.- Supernatural 5x20 |
It's been awhile since I've referenced anything pop-culture-y, and I finally got caught up on Supernatural. Consider it my one guilty pleasure. And let that be an unspoken warning to anybody that decides to mess with my family.
Oh, and Bailey? Don't think I've forgotten your little cupcake transgressions. Biding my time, cuz. Biding my time.
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| This used to be a funhouse. [update via iphone] |
[07 Jul 2010|01:33pm] |
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I'm pretty sure I scared the crap out of Sash yesterday. I had a lot on my mind after Grace started pulling her self-pity bullshit and kind of stormed into the bar. Haha, I didn't even say hi, really, just stormed over to the sink area and washed as many glasses as I could find. Of course, Sash being Sash knew he could get me talking eventually, so I finally spilled and got everything off my chest. I feel better, I think. I dunno. Being at the bar always helps. It brings me closer to dad. I stuck around for a few hours after that, helping out behind the bar (aka I wanted to keep an eye on Broodypants), before RJ came and picked me up.
Sometimes, though, I wish I could get away from it all. I mean, I love working for the vet clinic, I love working for uncle Sash, but. Sometimes, I just want to get out and see the world. And maybe it's something I need to do. I just don't know if I want to do it without RJ, and he's got his own shit to handle with work and training.
I think I'll stop here for now, though, as impressive as my rambling is. Mostly because lunch break is almost over, and I still have another three hours here at the clinic.
Open to Leni/Nick
Ever had one of those moments where .. you just want to smack someone so hard that maybe they get a little bit of sense knocked back into them? Cause, I do. I have. And .. I'm not sure if I should feel bad about that, but .. I don't.
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