mymichele's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fried eggs, dead plants, and money making boyfriends I have discovered something: I really, really like the Travel channel. It's had a couple of shows about Hollywood on, and they always have shows on Las Vegas, which turns me on. I dig the Travel channel, yes I do. Today I saw In the Bedroom. I am trying to cover all the Oscar movies, you see. Of course, Gosford Park will probably win since that's the only one I haven't seen. Well, I haven't seen Moulin Rouge yet, but all I gotta do is pop that into the VCR and there I go. But In the Bedroom was long and a little boring. Especially after Nick Stahl died. Then I just lost interest. If you don't know about my shady Nick Stahl past, you can go back and read about it here. Scroll down a bit and such. Anyway, I was thinking about it today while I was standing in line for this movie (the theater was completely full! Gah, I hate that.) and I think I figured it out. I am so bitter towards him and all his success because he was really the first (and not the last at all) boy to really reject me. Like, flat out hardcore rejection. I was just a 12 year old girl who was in love with the new actor boy at our school! My ex best friend got to date him for a little while. God, I was so jealous of her. Unbeliavably jealous. But yeah. I saw him in this movie, and he's a good actor. Not to mention that he's still gorgoues. I mean, the boy was hot when he was 12, and at 20, he's even better. But I digress. I made fried eggs for the first time today. I was very proud of myself for accomplishing this task. I also accomplished something else today. I had been putting it off all week because it's Spring Break and I'm supposed to be a lazy ass and do nothing all day. But I had this story for work I really should have been doing. It's about a little theater in Dallas. I could have done it next week, but that would involve lots of driving and inconvienence. So I took hold of myself and went to the friggin theater and talked to a lot of people today. I didn't enjoy doing it for some reason, (gee, it's not like my job or something), but I did it, and I feel really good about doing it. BB has called me every day from Atlanta. That makes me happy. He's been winning money in the casinos, which is always cool. He had fun. I kinda wish I went with him, but I know if I did, he probably wouldn't have had as much fun as he did with the three fun gay guys he went with. Cuz you know, gay guys are more fun sometimes. My dad drives me crazy. I sorta forgot to water his plants, and well... he's not happy about that. He said that's the main reason he wanted me there, so I could water his damn plants. He could have gotten the babysitter to do that! Good lord. But I forgot, well, more like I put it off, and they look a little.. droopy. He's not happy. He'll be even less happy when he comes back to see them. True that. But he's right. I was irresponsible. I am irresponsible. I never do anything unless I get something out of it. I really need to work on fixing that. Uh oh.. did I just show a little emotion there? My mistake. I've gotten 3 reviews lately.. Crazy Reviews, who gave me a 95 and said my diary was definitely interesting! Get a review, where I got a 97/110 and where I was told that I have a bloody great sense of humor! And: Peach-Review, where I got a 97. My diary is addicting! I am tired. But I still gotta watch Moulin Rouge. Yay fried eggs! 8:25 p.m. - March 23, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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