You're Dying to Live

So I think Kellie might have offered to pay me to blog. Tempting, let me say.

Sarah's sleeping on my couch 'cause Taylor kicked her out of the dorms 'cause she's dropped her class this month. Silly Taylor admins. Particularly the one I hate.

I'm using capital letters. You can tell that I've been writing a lot of real emails lately, and not the fun kind. Just professional-y ones. Mostly rehearsal reports actually.

Home was worse than normal. Certain unnamed Brets were asses (I don't think he meant to be, but he send me asshole-ish text messages and made me angry). Certain unnamed MOMS were even bigger asses. And I couldn't get my car out of the driveway to go to Denny's in the middle of the night and visit the people that I wanted to see there. It was sad. But I got to talk to DAN. And KATIE. And LAURA. And I got GROCERIES. So it's all good.

I like it when mom buys be groceries. It means I don't need to buy them. And I finally got paid from the high school so I have money.

AND!!!! They're going to pay me to transcribe a movie so someone can translate it, and I've actually been logging hours for media services for the first time all year. YAY for being able to afford my electric bill for once.

Sarah cleaned my bathtub (there was mildew that I couldn't get up and it was gross) and I feel like a shitty host. A shitty host with a CLEAN BATHROOM!!!

I'm just rambling. I should go be productive or something.

Psh.