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in an attempt to fall alseep without the usual night fears...I'm kinda shit-faced right now.
It takes an awful lot of concentration to type under the influens of vanilla vodka and orange juice.
Half of this entry is cross=posted on my Livejournal.
Tomorrow I'm gin to meet BRIAN HENSON...as in SON-OF-JIM.
And when I say "meet" I really mean, wiatin in line to shake his hand, ask for him to sign my EMPSFM program, try not to cry, and thank him for everything he and his company stands for...all the while the ittle Mary inide my head will be screaming 'ASK HIM FOR A JOB!"
And then after his presentation...leave Seattle Center thinking about how I've done NOTHING to fullfill my goals in life...reminded by the fact that I had just seen listen to a guy talk for an hour or 2 about his wonderful experiences and what's to come. ANd this will leave both me and my husband depressed beacuse, as aspiring artists/sctors/whathaveyous...we've done NOTHING...CHris has done more than I have...my resume looks like SHIT.
Do you al think that it's too creepy for me to give Karen Prell a thank you card for being so kind? Is it creepy to say "hey, we should totally hang"?
It probably is.
*sigh*
I'm trying not to be CREEPY FANGIRL. I want to surroundmyself with awesome and talented folks...is this the wrong way to do it?
so our (my husband I( buddy Garrett seriously beleive that the second coming of CHirst is upin us in thsi life time. Now before you freak out...Garrett has the faith, but isn't a self-righteoius, scarey nutjob,. I love him like a brother. Chris regards Garrett as his best friend.
Sometimes I wish it really would happen..thge second coming..That way I KNOW that God does exist.
Crazy huh?
This is what you get when I'm seriously DRUNK off my ass. This post is ta,king way too mcuh effort.
I don't liek getting this drunk..never was my intentionl..must have made this drink REALY fucking strong. Totally time for bed...
If I'm this drunk, I hope that it has eliminated ALL my nighttime fears...
I'm going to be very dissappointed if I'm still up al night worrying about stupoid things like growing old, not fullfilling my dreams, dying, afterlife, and so on....
I really siwh I didnt' have these fears. I want to sleep and be HAPPY at night.
des any of this make sense?
I'm going to re-read all of this when I'm sober...and agree whole heartidly and cringe at my complete lack of grammar skills and the horrific ammount of typos!
It takes an awful lot of concentration to type under the influens of vanilla vodka and orange juice.
Half of this entry is cross=posted on my Livejournal.
Tomorrow I'm gin to meet BRIAN HENSON...as in SON-OF-JIM.
And when I say "meet" I really mean, wiatin in line to shake his hand, ask for him to sign my EMPSFM program, try not to cry, and thank him for everything he and his company stands for...all the while the ittle Mary inide my head will be screaming 'ASK HIM FOR A JOB!"
And then after his presentation...leave Seattle Center thinking about how I've done NOTHING to fullfill my goals in life...reminded by the fact that I had just seen listen to a guy talk for an hour or 2 about his wonderful experiences and what's to come. ANd this will leave both me and my husband depressed beacuse, as aspiring artists/sctors/whathaveyous...we've done NOTHING...CHris has done more than I have...my resume looks like SHIT.
Do you al think that it's too creepy for me to give Karen Prell a thank you card for being so kind? Is it creepy to say "hey, we should totally hang"?
It probably is.
*sigh*
I'm trying not to be CREEPY FANGIRL. I want to surroundmyself with awesome and talented folks...is this the wrong way to do it?
so our (my husband I( buddy Garrett seriously beleive that the second coming of CHirst is upin us in thsi life time. Now before you freak out...Garrett has the faith, but isn't a self-righteoius, scarey nutjob,. I love him like a brother. Chris regards Garrett as his best friend.
Sometimes I wish it really would happen..thge second coming..That way I KNOW that God does exist.
Crazy huh?
This is what you get when I'm seriously DRUNK off my ass. This post is ta,king way too mcuh effort.
I don't liek getting this drunk..never was my intentionl..must have made this drink REALY fucking strong. Totally time for bed...
If I'm this drunk, I hope that it has eliminated ALL my nighttime fears...
I'm going to be very dissappointed if I'm still up al night worrying about stupoid things like growing old, not fullfilling my dreams, dying, afterlife, and so on....
I really siwh I didnt' have these fears. I want to sleep and be HAPPY at night.
des any of this make sense?
I'm going to re-read all of this when I'm sober...and agree whole heartidly and cringe at my complete lack of grammar skills and the horrific ammount of typos!