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2:30am

I'm Bolded.






"You're like...insane"

"Yeah his name was Pat..."

"Who was Pat?"

"The guy at Walmart"

"What?"

"He said his name was Pat."

"What are you talking about..."

"We were falling...oops...following him around...he said we were following him around..mrmfmfrmrrrm"

"No we weren't...you're hilarious...you're seriously on crack"

"But I meant mrrfmrff to see the castles mmrffrfmfmr"

"...What Castles?"

"I forgot the bucket...rmffmrfm...I wanted to make castles at the beach with Ange but I didn't have a bucket fmrrmfmfmr"

"What the fuck..."

"Yeah I forgot the bucket mffrmfmfmrrr I broke the bucket, so I couldn't make sand castles"

"Hahaha. You're actually hilarious. I have no idea what you're talking about. I don't think you do either"

"THE SAND"

"WHAT ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT!?!"

"Why are you yelling...? FrmrRfmffMFrrr"

"Okay. Yeah we should go to a beach some time...to make sand castles or whatever"

"Yachts"

"..."

"I want to show you Yacht frmffmfr"

"Okay you can show me Yachts"

"The Yachts at the water fmfmrfmfmrfm They present to yourself at your house...mffmrmf...the Yachts"

"Okay...what?"

"The Yachts...at your house"

"Okay...okay..."

"Frfmfrmfmmmfrr I was just arguing with my mom"

"Haha...what were you arguing about?"

"About like something mfmfmrmrrrmfmf"

"About what?"

"Abfffmrrfmrfmrf"

"What?!"

"Mmmrrrfrrrfmrmrmrmr"

"Hah I think I'm going to say goodnight now..."

"..."

"Goodnight..."

"..."

"Hey...Goodnight"

"..."

"Okay." *Hang up*




(2 minutes later)


*Phone Rings*

"Haha. Hi."

"Hey, goodnight"

"Hahhah...goodnight"

*Hangs up*

DEAR KENJI

You want to cry like a 3-year-old? Fine let's be 3-year-olds.

SHUT YOUR FACE YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN BEING.

I DON'T CARE HOW AWESOME YOU THINK IT IS THAT YOU'VE LOST WEIGHT DUE TO INVOLUNTARY FASTING. IT DOESN'T MAKE YOU COOL, IT MAKES YOU A DUMBASS.

STOP CHECKING MACY'S BLOG EVERY THREE SECONDS AND CRITICIZING EVERY SINGLE BLOGPOST WITH A BITTER REMARK AND AN ELITIST ADDAGE.

IT'S STALKERISH.

YES, YOU'RE A STALKER.

MACY LEFT YOU BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T LIKE YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE A TERRIBLE HUMAN BEING. DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT TERRIBLE HUMAN BEINGS DO? THEY INSULT OTHERS FOR DOING THINGS THAT ARE CONSIDERED GOOD BY NORMAL PEOPLE.

DO YOU WANT HER TO SET HERSELF ON FIRE? IS THAT IT? WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU DID SOMETHING UNSELFISH YOU SELF-INDULGENT WHORE.

WANT TO BE USEFUL? WANT TO BE UNSELFISH? DELETE YOUR BLOG, GET A BASEBALL BAT, SMASH YOUR COMPUTER, TAKE A SHOWER, GO OUTSIDE AND GET EDUCATED ABOUT REAL THINGS THAT MATTER.

You awesome guy, you.




Macy, you're fine, keep going.

8 Minutes To Blog

These past few weeks have been INSANE, to say the least. "Song of Purple Summer" is stuck in my head like chlamydia.

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But right now, I have 8 minutes to blog off my procrastination so I won't satisfy anyone with a proper elaboration until tomorrow, when I'm working from 8am-6pm at the Helpdesk again.

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My mop left me. I was sad to see it go.

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These are my goals for this summer, and I will give a dollar to anyone who helps me achieve them:
- Practice Voice, Piano and Guitar every single day for at least 2 hours in total.
- Try and go for a run most days.
- Read at least 50 plays.
- Get my drivers license, a car and a job to sustain it.
- Blog more often.
- Start building my photo wall.
- Make wallets out of duct tape.
- Visit all the PC kids, everywhere in America, watch musicals and spread love (not chlamydia).
- Learn French from Kuya Jadi.
- Record a ton of videos with Jian.
- Finally switch to REAL vegetarianism (this probably will not happen).
- Write. A lot.
- Take a ton of photos.
- Spend ZERO* time in the house during the day.
- Spend ZERO* money.
- Draw. A lot.
- Develop a mastery for Photoshop.
- Plan for the year, club events, contact clubs' members etc.
- Go to protests.
- Develop multitasking skills.
- DO NOT BECOME ONE WITH THE COUCH.


That is all.

Spring break! All riiiiiiiight!

Cleanly shaven, slightly lonely.

So the school is deserted and I'm stuck in Accino Lab taking calls from bitchy faculty and reading up on all the Adolescent Psych readings I've missed this semester ("I've missed" is a euphemism). Everyone I know has abandoned me for more "fun" things such as "New Orleans" or New "York" or Washington D.C. or "family". Well. Hmph. Well they go ahead and "have" fun, I'll be here waiting. They'll get what's coming to them.

What does that even mean?

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Urinetown!
Extremely friendly people (for the most part...haha) and I'm glad I'm even in the cast. It's a fun play, to begin with, and I'm really pleased with how everyone was cast. This was the decider for me, see, if I was going to pursue this theatre thing further. It's a little bumpy, yes, but it's intense fun. I'm about ready to declare a minor in Theatre and take the acting class next year. It's all happening. I admit to sulking at some point but it's nothing to worry about. The sooner I get used to it the happier I'll be. Everything's new. I'm new to everything. I'll get there in the end.

I love it, I really do. I love the atmosphere. I love how no one really takes themself seriously. I love that everyone's so talented. I love it all.

There was a stumble-through on Thursday. All is well. Everyone buy your tickets please and thank you.

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Last night was a calm and neat-o evening with my trusty sidekick (or am I hers?) Elizabeth Louise. After an intense practice session in Smith involving me losing my voice, we went to a fusion (I say fusion because I'm not sure they knew either what they were specifically) Asian restaurant called...Shanghai? [Pictured below...somewhere]


I had the most FABULOUS (and I do mean that) Seafood Pad Thai imaginable. I swear. If it weren't for the fact that that restaurant was friggin freezing, I'd say it was perfect.

Then we hopped across the street to the Avon theatre, which apparently shows exclusively (if not exclusively then almost exclusively) international or independent or alternative films, to watch a neat-o French film called "The Class".

Now I'm not sure, but I'm almost certain that it followed the plot to Half Nelson and was a wee bit like freedom writers. And I'm not too sure if I would have liked the film if it weren't for the adorable French language used. I swear, all througout today, distant voices all sounded like French. I wanna learn it, I do. Maybe in the summer, and maybe after I learn Esperanto.

As an added bonus, my creepy Philosophy professor from first year DWC was there in his creepy hat. And liz and I were behind him as he creeped merrily along from the theatre, Mr. Bean-style.

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Oh wait, I've run out things to say.

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