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1. I am taking a summer class, and for some reason, it is populated with lots of people I went to school with. Before class starts, I decide I need to go buy some pop, so I go to Little Dukes (which is actually nowhere NEAR campus.) Working there are an old couple who apparently own the place, and James Lafferty, who is stocking beverages. "Hey!" I say to him, "You're that guy!" And then I proceed to call him Nate.
2. I am going shopping at Cub Foods. As I'm getting my shopping cart, I notice James Blunt, who then starts flirting with me. We walk for a while before I decide to tell him that I think his song fucking sucks, and I wish it would go away forever.
Apparently, my subconscious likes to mix (kind of) famous people and food stores.
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I'll just be sitting over here being happy OTH was renewed. Don't mind me.
(And, of course, YAY VM, etc, etc.)
ETA In other, unrelated news... I've been getting free magazines for a couple of months now. I really don't know what's up. Most of them are addressed to "Mr. Angie Frenette, Principal Beauty-Moonlight.com". It's pretty bizarre, but kinda cool. Except when I get bridal magazines. And today, when i got Good Housekeeping with SCARY ASS TOM CRUISE on the cover. I'm scarred, people.
PS. Finals are over, and I think I got all As. I might actually interact online sometimes now! Except that I'm inexplicably depressed and have mostly been watching TV-on-DVD ALL DAY while moping that my life is NOT a television show.
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"I wonder how much time passed between the moment when God said, 'Let there be light' and the appearance of light? Sometimes, the mere difference of a single second between one event and another can be enough to turn our lives around one hundred and eighty degrees." - Laura Esquivel, Swift as Desire
"They went on like that, trading small pieces of each other back and forth, tucking them into the proper places like a mosaic. Surely, if they exchanged enough pieces, they would come close enough to each other that only the tiniest pieces would remain, and finally only points of light until everything blended together like a shimmering pointillistic painting. As close as they could come to the truth." - Peg Kerr, The Wild Swans
still i feel that i am envious and obvious and desperate for your love -Tom McRae, Street Light |
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