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[16 Mar 2003|02:06am] |
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Aretha Franklin "Respect" |
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So tonight was my last show for a week. Perfect timing really since I've been feeling completely run down. This of course means that after I sleep all day tomorrow, I can go out and stalk Natalie Portman for the rest of the week. I know that she's thrilled. She might not admit it; but she so is.
And yes that's really all that I had to say. Which is more than I can say for a lot of you people.
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| use me like you would the sun, burn it till you burn it out... |
[13 Mar 2003|01:15am] |
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Stephen Kellogg "Sun" |
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The show went smoothly and I won't bore any of you with details.
I'm having a gratuitous self-pity day and I'm not sure why. The girls say that I need someone to share my life with. I think that I just need someone to share my body with. At this point in my life, I don't need or want a commitment. I just want someone to cherish and worship my body when the sun goes down, then go about his own life in the morning without so much as a thought of what I'm doing, thinking, wearing or feeling.
I don't want a boyfriend. I just want a boy friend who will kiss me.
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| i just wanna stop...and thank you baby |
[11 Mar 2003|08:13pm] |
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AI: Charles singing How Sweet It Is |
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I wasn't going to update again because on my friends page it looks like I just did. But whatever. I'm shaking off my preshow jitters even though the show isn't until tomorrow night. I think when I get closer to each performance, I ease into a comfort zone. I tell myself that I've done this before and hell, I'm great at what I do. I remind myself that this is what I was born to do and every time that I set foot on a stage, I belong there. And it feels right.
But all of that preconceived confidence is for tomorrow night.
Right now I'm worrying about silly things like my boobs popping out at inopportune moments and slipping and falling and just making a fool out of myself in general. Mmm this is what too much time on your hands does to you, kids.
I'm trying to take my mind off of things by watching American Idol but I can't deal with Ryan Seacrest. Does the man have no mirrors? I love him I love him I love him, but the salmon colored tee underneath the blazer is not working for me.
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| leno is funnier the second time around... |
[11 Mar 2003|02:17am] |
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John Mayer "Back to You" |
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So are Jehovah's Witnesses trained to be obnoxious or is that something that they develop along the way? Well, in all fairness, it might not be their personalities that irk me. I guess anyone who has the gall to knock on a stranger's door at 6 am is annoying by default.
Anyway, I think I scared one off this morning. I was all sleepy and not really thinking, so I answered the door in my undies and she kind of freaked out and left in a hurry. So either me in my skivvies is going to discourage her from ever coming back, or it will reaffirm that I am indeed a heathen and I need guidance.
I tend to babble and this thing definitely encourages me to do so. Anyone feel free to tell me to shut up when my Shakisms cease to be interesting. Seriously, I know I will get carried away.
On a completely different note, I am determined to not dedicate every night to plotting ways to charm a certain guy.
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[10 Mar 2003|03:15am] |
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Stephen Kellogg "Such A Way" |
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So I absolutely adore it when I can't sleep. Oh there I go lying again. Someone should wash my mouth out with something. Preferably tequila.
There's something about being the only one awake in any place that leaves you feeling more than a little panicky. Or maybe that's just me. I miss the days when I loved being alone. I would crave the precious hours between the time when I got home from a friend's house and when my mother got home from work. That time was mine to strip down to my underwear and rock out to Elvis and Thalia until someone came around and told me to act like a lady, Being alone held all kinds of promise of responsibility and impending maturity.
Now it just feels like...well, now it just feels like I'm alone and I'm not a fan of this deafening silence. Maybe that's why I'm tapping away at my keyboard like a madwoman.
But that's not really a 3 am thought. A 3 a thought is more along the lines of wondering how to break into Britney's house so I can crawl into her panties. :-x
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[09 Mar 2003|08:05pm] |
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Justin Timberlake "Senorita" |
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I don't like firsts. There's always anxiety surrounding them. And expectations. But my journal looks naked and lonely without anything in it. So here I go.
I won't waste your time with a boring introduction. I think it's safe to say that most of you know who I am, right? Right.
That was my long-winded hello.
I could be like everyone else and say something you popping my comment cherry, but instead I'll offer sexual favors in exchange for comments. Or not.
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