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I GOT A COMMERCIAL!

I can't believe it. I am so stoked. I'm in a commercial. Me. HAH! THIS IS GREAT!

My air conditioning broke.


Life is over.

Is it safe to come out now?

A blog is supposed to be where you write down the crap that happens right?

• Apparently the zombie apocalypse happened and hard as I tried not to, I missed it. I'm still not sure if this is some kind of elaborate prank or actually real and there's a government cover up going on.
  
• Drank too much just thinking about it.
  
• Wisely did not grab weaponry I may or may not own, and join in the fight.
  
• Lunch with my brother Thursday. First time in...hell, ten years or so that we've actually seen each other. Probably longer. Really friggen nervous about it. Not gonna lie.
  
• Date on Wednesday. Less nervous about that than I am about my brother, but at this point I'd be less nervous about getting deployed again than whatever Thursday is gonna bring.
  
• Bought more alcohol.
  
• Considered buying a TV. Decided against it.
  

That sufficient or you kids want more out of me? Also, how the hell do you go about dating anymore? Picking up people at the bar, sure, I get it. Easy. An actual date? Yeah, no idea. Can't remember.

Got the Tampax spot. ...Which totally sounds weird out of context. I'm going to be acting in some Tampax commercials, and starring in a whole campaign of Tampax print ads. I'm pretty excited about it. If only there weren't Zombies running around, or whatever, today would be a good day.

How many people out there really play this Candy Crush game? I mean it seems like every place I look there is someone playing it... Though I have to admit I have been playing myself. It started out as a challenge between the dance girls to see who could get the farthest and I still find myself playing more than I care to admit. Not so much now that I have beat all the levels available in the app.

Yeah, I need to find something else to do with my time. I do have a few new photo shoots coming up thankfully.

I must not be the only person in the world who confuses Nine Inch Nails with Tool. (Go on, start your laughing now.)

I was on a Super jog with my buddy Mako when we passed a dog park. And the dogs were all singing a Nine Inch Nails song. At least, I think it was Nine Inch Nails.

I think the modeling shoot came out great! It's hard to believe that's me. Opinions?

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So, just checked my mail, only to find a card from my parents in there. A birthday card.

Is it bad that I totally forgot about the fact that my birthday is this week? I mean. I haven't missed it yet or anything, but I seriously haven't even thought about it. What kind of fun can anyone possibly get up to on a Thursday, anyway?

I feel like a wreck. This week can just go straight to Hell for all I care.

Fashion shoot with Mako tomorrow, and I'm pretty excited!

I have a small problem.

First, the modeling thing is not it. The photoshoot proofs are back. They made me look great, not that I doubted it.

Second, I'm graduating in a month. That's another good thing.

[Filtered away from Clary]
Third, I have a date for the prom. Now the dilemma: I DON'T DANCE. I love music, but I have two left feet.

Holy shit, I got a modeling job. Me. WHAAAAAAT?

It's a clothing spread, but I'll take it. Agents are all over, and I wasn't really sure when I signed up, but I have a job.

It's time to celebrate! Now what to do to celebrate, that is the question?

I always forget about the hangover until it's too late. Urghhh.

It's hard enough studying for finals as a regular college student.

Imagine trying not to accidentally set your study notes on fire. Bending is hard in a normal world.

Is it Friday yet? Because I'd like that.

Hello, Valarnet. My name is Magnus Bane and I'm in need of a gym. I have an important photo shoot coming up and I need to be in fantastic shape; not that I'm not already, but this is important. So, any suggestions would be great.

I really should learn not to bet on sports anymore. Guess I didn't learn my lesson from last year's March Madness.

I should probably tell Michigan to Skype my mom and explain why I'm not visiting when the semester's over.

Spring break is coming up! I can't tell you guys how excited I am for a break from homework. I'm SO excited, in fact, that I have absolutely no idea what I'm going to do with the time off.

Suggestions?

I might just sing. There could be worse things, right?

Well. Here's what's up:

First, everyone's running around singing and dancing. You all know, but I just wanted to say it's just slightly disturbing. It's like an episode of Glee just spilled all over the world. I'm definitely not leaving the house except to walk Naga until everyone goes back to normal.

Second, I dreamed more. About being the Avatar. I mastered Waterbending. And then, curious, I turned on the water in the tub.

I guess it's not just a dream anymore. I can move water.

Worst. Rescue. Ever.

Why are guys such assholes?

I can't remember at the moment if I had plans with anyone this week. I think I might have made some. I won't be able to keep those plans, I think. It's been just terrible this month, and I'm more than willing to give February a good shove out the door. I don't think I'll be around much, either, so if anyone needs anything you'll have to contact me directly. I apologize for the inconvenience.

So, apparently cows really like it when you milk them.

I mean really like it.

...I'll wash my hands but they'll never be clean.

Free cookies to anyone who brings beads into the shop today. Baxter Bakery is decked out for Mardi Gras! All are welcome!! Come by and bring your friends!!

It just occurred to me that I'll likely be spending Mardi Gras either at work, or with men who have no interest whatsoever in being flashed.

Sigh.

I would like to apologize on behalf of my hometown for this merde maudit at the Super Bowl. Son of a bitch, even Detroit didn't have the damn lights go out when they host the thing.

SUPERBOWL. TODAY. Excited! For obvious reasons.

So what's better? My own place, or the bar? What's everyone else doing?

Hey world, here is some sage advice from Korra Fontaine:

Some people are just plain assholes. No bows or sparkles or lipstick. Just plain assholes.

That is all.

Seems like a really good time to have signed up for a journal! LOOK at all those posts about parties!


Oh yeah. Hi. I'm Mako. You should invite me to your parties. Because I'm awesome.