I believe "irk" is spelled with an "i"
lol! Spelled? Spelt? Lol. Nothing makes sense anymore. Not that it ever did. Man, there was this minor explosion at my house.... where a certain member of my family acquired martyr status rather rapidly. lol. And for once i wasn't involved in it. To Lia....have fun. Lots of it. heh. Anyhooo.....
I hate plays
actually, i know which play Mr. Vancamp thinks is the worst...he was worried about it from the beginning. No joke. And it is, incidently one of mine. but he came up to the booth (and everyone went....oh boy. Here comes Vancamp) and he goes "GOD this play looks BAD" and i said (director) wants it this way. and he sighed and said "i know. but it looks BAD". Now out of all the plays that i am around for (and that is all of them) this is the only one he has ever said anything derogatory about. ohhh well. I'd feel bad but all emotions are being directed towards....uhh....Brad pitt (?) i dunno.
Fly
There was a freaking fly in the booth yesterday. During a dress. We were going nuts. Speaking of nuts....i'm hungry. Still. oooohhhh ahahah
....There was a song that i loved. And i wanted to type out the Lyrics. Right. Here.
"Love Song For No One"
Staying home alone on a Friday
I'm flat on the floor looking back
On old love
Or lack thereof
After all the crushes have faded
And all my wishful thinking was wrong
I'm jaded
I Hate it.
I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
Get here....
I'm searching all my days just to find you
I'm not sure who I'm looking for
I'll know when
When I see You
Until then I'll hide in my bedroom
Staying up all night just to write
A love song
for no one
I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
I'm so tired of being alone
Get here.
I could've met you in a sandbox
I could've passed you on the sidewalk
Could i have missed my chance?
And watched you walk away?
Oh no way.....
(and it goes on.)
John Mayer.
lol! Spelled? Spelt? Lol. Nothing makes sense anymore. Not that it ever did. Man, there was this minor explosion at my house.... where a certain member of my family acquired martyr status rather rapidly. lol. And for once i wasn't involved in it. To Lia....have fun. Lots of it. heh. Anyhooo.....
I hate plays
actually, i know which play Mr. Vancamp thinks is the worst...he was worried about it from the beginning. No joke. And it is, incidently one of mine. but he came up to the booth (and everyone went....oh boy. Here comes Vancamp) and he goes "GOD this play looks BAD" and i said (director) wants it this way. and he sighed and said "i know. but it looks BAD". Now out of all the plays that i am around for (and that is all of them) this is the only one he has ever said anything derogatory about. ohhh well. I'd feel bad but all emotions are being directed towards....uhh....Brad pitt (?) i dunno.
Fly
There was a freaking fly in the booth yesterday. During a dress. We were going nuts. Speaking of nuts....i'm hungry. Still. oooohhhh ahahah
....There was a song that i loved. And i wanted to type out the Lyrics. Right. Here.
"Love Song For No One"
Staying home alone on a Friday
I'm flat on the floor looking back
On old love
Or lack thereof
After all the crushes have faded
And all my wishful thinking was wrong
I'm jaded
I Hate it.
I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
Get here....
I'm searching all my days just to find you
I'm not sure who I'm looking for
I'll know when
When I see You
Until then I'll hide in my bedroom
Staying up all night just to write
A love song
for no one
I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
I'm so tired of being alone
Get here.
I could've met you in a sandbox
I could've passed you on the sidewalk
Could i have missed my chance?
And watched you walk away?
Oh no way.....
(and it goes on.)
John Mayer.
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