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We just got in from a night out - a little night out, if you're imagining some crazy fliff-flinging party with limos and champagne and strip clubs. Basically, I skipped out on going to Adrienne's work party and the JUMP festival, and we met up afterward, and pretty much just hung out at the Alaskan, where Sean Tracey and his band were playing, and playing well, as always. IT MUST BE REPORTED: SEAN TRACEY'S BEARD IS BEARDY INDEED. A beard unchained. That is the bluegrass gossip for the day.
Next on the agenda: random Myspace messages. Sometimes a person gets a random Myspace message. This does not mean that Myspace is evil, only that we must summon the strength to answer them. For those of you (Adrienne [Adro]) that think that Facebook is so much better because you've never gotten a random message there - random Facebook messages DO exist, and you will see that the Internet will always catch up with you in the end, no matter how far or how fast you run. Just wait until you get a Facebook message from someone you don't know and have never heard of; it's a lot weirder than a Myspace message, because everyone expects friend-whoring on Myspace. So that is the Internet gossip for the day.
Plans for the weekend: kid-sitting the big T (and friends), cleaning my messy room, learning how to write a website code, and just chilling out! I have a ton of pictures to update, too, which I plan to do. Oh, and I need to send my friend Brooke a package that has been eons in the making, as well as ship my Netflix out, as well as return a Zappos order I'm not in love with, as well as finally pay rent, because the school has finally given my sister her student refund! So the post office will be getting some mad love tomorrow. The recycling wouldn't look amiss at the dump, as opposed to our kitchen, either.