I hope you all enjoyed my hit-man for hire post. I'm not actually attesting to my sanity at the time of the post, because I am a rather crazy person, and remember being way too amused by it. So yeah, sorry if it scared you or anything.
Patrick is going to be the death of me, I swear! I don't think you people understand. We were talking, and I had to write poems for English. So we start swapping poems and whatnot, and that starts this conversation about how we want to be famous. That, in turn, turned into a talk about death. Oh, my god. That kid is so depressing. And so damn smart and emotional and passionate and... like I said, the end of me. He starts going on about what happens when we die, and whether or not there's a heaven, and what happens if we screw up life. So I start telling him my RENT philosophy about living life to its fullest and making every day count, and he's like, what happens if we just disappear? I can't love and write without my existence! Oh, my God. I thought I was going to die. I just lost it. Totally lost it and left. I went upstairs and sat in my bed for a while and wrote this hella depressing poem, which I shall post at a later date. I'm going to do a poetry post. But anyway, I did that and cried myself to sleep. And then I had this terrible dream that he died, and woke up crying. It was not good. In fact, it was quite terrible! And now I can't stop thinking about stuff like death. It's killing me! Killing me, I tell you!
Speaking of killing, my feet are killing me. I just wore the Narnia Night gold stilettoes for like 4 hours for the new Strategy Pictures film (visit the Strategy pictures site). They're doing a spoof of National Treasure; National Treasure 3: Case of the Missing Lipstick, or something along those lines. It's highly entertaining. I'm Britney. You can guess what sort of character I am. That's right, the blond bimbo. And boy, do I look like a prostitute in costume! It's impressive, really. It should be an entertaining movie.
Hmmm, OOOOHHHHH! Kik is back from Europe. Let's see, what adventures did she have? Well, she was stuck in DIA for about 12 hours, got stuck in DC for a while, where the airline put them up in a lovely hotel and gave them a tour, and then passed out in an Austrian airport. At least her doctor had a sense of humor. While he was examining her, he told her, totally deadpan, that she wasn't pregnant. That made me laugh. Then she taught her friend two German phrases: "Hello," and "Come away with me!" So she and her friend wandered through the streets of Austria and Germany and her friend called out "Hello, come away with me!" to all the cute German and Austrian boys. Sounds like fun! :D And also a drunk Italian pinched her butt. There's a story, eh? Yeah, but I'm frigging jealous of that trip!
Okey dokey. That's all for now, folks!
~the supreme ruler of the universe!
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