| Every once in a while I'll come check my xanga to see if anyone made any new comments...usually in vain. So I figured five months is a long enough time to go without making an update. What's new you ask? Well to sum up everything that has happened in the last five months...
...I have cotton candy in my hair...seriously.
p.s. Don't expect me to make another update any time soon. I know I have a lot of avid readers but you'll just have to wait!
p.p.s. This is basically just a test to see how many people still use xanga.
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| Xanga is really really really dead.
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| Get it? For your eyes only...but it's a xanga post...and it's public. So like everyone can read it. Everyone in the whole world. Get it?
Well then. In other news, I haven't made a xanga post in quite some time. Just because I'm lazy pretty much. I've been meaning to and I've started making posts but I never finish them. But anywho...uh...I've been working at the theatre and stuff. It's a pretty fun job I think. Today was really fun actually. I thought it was at least. Well actually it was yesterday technically. Anyways yeah it was fun and I finally got my first paycheck...after like 3 weeks.
Um...gah I seriously don't know what else to say. I mean I have a ton to say but...not really. Well maybe I'll edit with more later. At least this is a new post.
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Lady sing the blues so well
As if she mean it
As if it's hell down here
In the smoke-filled world
Where the jokes are cold
They don't laugh at jokes
They laugh at tragedies
Corner street societies
But they believe her
They never leave her
While she sings she make them feel things
She says, i can sing this song so blue
That you will cry in spite of you
Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder
Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder
And I have walked these streets so long
There ain't nothing right, there ain't nothing wrong
But the little wet tears on my baby's shoulder
The little wet tears on your baby's shoulder
Lady lights a cigarette, puffs away, no regret
Takes a look around, no regrets, no regrets
Stretches out like branches of a poplar tree
She says, i'm free
Sings so soft as if she'll break, says
I can sing this song so blue
That you will cry in spite of you
Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder
Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder
I have walked these streets so long
There ain't nothing right, nothing wrong
But the little wet tears on my baby's shoulder
The little wet tears on your baby's shoulder
But on this stage
I've learned to fly
Learned to sing
And learned to cry
Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder
Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder
But now it's time
To say goodbye
Some might laugh
But I will surely cry
Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder
Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder
Lady lights a cigarette
Puffs away, and winter comes
And she forgets |
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| Well it's been a while hasn't it?...let's see...
My first day at the theater was last saturday. I thought it was pretty fun and I'm pretty sure it wasn't very busy but I had little to compare it to. I also worked yesterday and it was pretty busy...again though I have nothing to compare it to. I saw Hilary going to see Holiday with her parents but I couldn't say hi cuz it was so busy. So yeah that's how that's going so far. I work again today at 11:30.
Ok I was gonna say stuff about christmas but...I'll do it later.
*edit*
So yeah...for Christmas I got an iPod shuffle and some under armor. Hilary gave me the first season of the office which we just watched...like an hour ago...but technically it was yesterday. Anywho Christmas was good. I also got a cd I wanted and various other small things.
Sorry for making you work Hilary...really I am.
Ugh...I'm going to bed. I always mean to update with more stuff but I'm just too tired/don't care. So yeah.
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