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Okay the worst part of this job is trying to memorize ALL THESE LINES!

There's so many and I swear my brain turns into sour cream and you could seriously eat ALL THE CHIPS WITH IT.

Uggggggggggggggh.

School is going to start soon and I'm supposed to be thinking about which colleges I want to apply to. I don't think I want to go to any but my summer school teacher says I could have a shot at MIT if I got horrendously serious about my education.

One thing at a time, I guess.

1. Driver's License
2. Everything else

Stupid Lannisters. Looks like they are as rich here as they are in my dreams.

Okay, I give up. I think I need a vacation. Does anyone have suggestions? Some of you keep talking about going places and now I'm curious.

And Mom, I--

Ah, never mind. It's not important.

The worse part about on location shoots is the packing, especially when it's a wilderness shoot. I'm looking forward to it. It will be my first actiony stunts since I was injured.

And the plot line surrounding the whole thing is fun. The Black Widow has made some enemies! Naturally.

Fucking hell not Kaiden too and Liara why are you so cold

I did not sleep well. It was good to see Kirrahe again, though.

"Eve" however, is a really badassed woman.

So, maybe I need to take the battery out of my cell the next time I decide I'm gonna make a thermos of Green Monster and take it out for a walk in the nature parks like I tried out this week. The on call group were hanging out in the break room just in case and somehow latched onto the idea that we were gonna play paramedic charades. The only major difference, as far as I can tell, is we use medical conditions as opposed to the other stuff.


My partner pointed at me, and everybody guessed 'alcoholic'.

...What was even sadder was that was exactly what he was going for.

Some kind of weird mini intervention because I drunk text too often, maybe?

And then my rent bounced...

So, what do people with absolutely no marketable skills do for jobs these days?

( Potters, Weasleys, and Tonks. )

Some bodybuilder tears up Orange County and how did I spend my day? By taking pictures of food. What a wasted opportunity.

I've never understood the allure of celebrity gossip. Why are we, as a culture, so interested in what people get up-to in their private lives? Fabricated or real, all of this gossip, it's the business of the people involved and no one else's.

Where is this 'Fluttershy' that, that boisterous, rebellious, and shall I say 'needing of the fashion police' RD, told me I'm friends with?

Anyone care to help me get a hold of her?