| "maybe it's the way that the stars are aligned
that's making me feel this way tonight"
i live for the rare moments when everything feels right. they are usually seconds, at most minutes long, but when they happen, they are worth the many thousands of minutes in between.
"maybe it's the words you left unsaid
maybe it's the stardust in my head"
it's in those moments that i get it. then i can go on waiting for the next moment, whenever it may be.
"life is short / love is sweet
ain't no time like this time, baby" |
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| so i went to the american idol concert on friday in sacramento (for free! thanks twitter contest!). it's amazing how getting something for free makes it that much better.
the most memorable part, i'd have to say, is waiting outside their trailer to try to get some autographs. to be fair it was @jofum's idea oops this isn't twitter is it. anyway we waited outside for like...an hour, but hey we collected 5 autographs and lil said she loved me after i yelled "i love you lil!" at her. i feel semi-bad for lying and saying that, because it's not so much love as like...mild appreciation.
anyway i figured i'd chronicle this little adventure in my xanga, see as how i haven't updated since february...
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| My mom is genius.
I called her and asked her when my doctor's appointment is this weekend, and she said she'd call the doctor for me and let me know. Then this series of text messages (my mom texts!! wtf!) followed between us. Notice the hip abbreviations.
Mom: Sat 10:30 am so r u coming back tonite?
Me: yeah i am. 10:30?? so early.
Mom: U made it
Perhaps this is funny only to me. Oh well.
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| I think this deserves a xanga entry, because I would like to remember today as the day I fucked up hard-boiling an egg.
This is up there with burning Will's pot in terms of culinary disastrousness.
I even read up instructions on how to boil an egg, so I knew to soak the egg in room temperature water so it doesn't crack and leak all over when it gets suddenly heated. I guess I didn't soak it for long enough.
When the water started boiling the egg started cracking, and its contents started spilling out, so I turned it off. Obviously it wasn't done yet, so I peeled it and popped it in the microwave, hoping that it won't pop if I only microwave it for a few seconds. Just as I heard the "ding" when the time was up, and was about to open the microwave door, I also heard a "pop". It wasn't a muffled gunshot, but it was just as bad.
I ate the rest of the egg up anyway.
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