i had a totally humbling week. last night after hanging out
w/my best friend went down to berbati's for the quasi show.
it took forever to find parking (and i was getting pissed),
but finally got down there. it seemed pretty fucking mellow
for a show night, but after finding my little internet
printout with my online ticket info on it and presenting it
to the bouncer i found out why.he nicely pointed out that i
was a week early. fuck me. i felt like a complete idiot. a perfect end
to my hellish week.
during production of our school newspaper, my advisor (who had been gone the whole week before) stood behind me and i asked him how the little baby was. a week earlier him and his wife were trimming branches in the backyard and they accidently cut down a branch with a bird's nest in it. 3 of the babies died, but he was able to nurse the 4th. he carried the thing to school everyday in a brown grocery bag, nest and all. in his office he had a cute little setup with a heating pad and everything. he had to keep the thing with him at all times because he was always haveing to feed it. well anyway, since i hadn't seen him the week before i asked, "so how's the baby?" he sort of looked down sadley and shook his head side to side. "oh my god, it died?" i asked. lorena, the assistant editor was standing next to me and said, "Yeah, his wife had a misscarriage last week." FUCK! i had no idea. i was talking about the bird! i felt like shit and tried to explain that i was asking about the bird and had no idea that his wife was even pregnant. his eyes sort of welled up and said,
"yeah there was a lot of death at my house last week."FUCK. it was a hairy situation. i got him and his wife flowers and a card the next day (friday), but i still felt like a total ass.
w/my best friend went down to berbati's for the quasi show.
it took forever to find parking (and i was getting pissed),
but finally got down there. it seemed pretty fucking mellow
for a show night, but after finding my little internet
printout with my online ticket info on it and presenting it
to the bouncer i found out why.he nicely pointed out that i
was a week early. fuck me. i felt like a complete idiot. a perfect end
to my hellish week.
during production of our school newspaper, my advisor (who had been gone the whole week before) stood behind me and i asked him how the little baby was. a week earlier him and his wife were trimming branches in the backyard and they accidently cut down a branch with a bird's nest in it. 3 of the babies died, but he was able to nurse the 4th. he carried the thing to school everyday in a brown grocery bag, nest and all. in his office he had a cute little setup with a heating pad and everything. he had to keep the thing with him at all times because he was always haveing to feed it. well anyway, since i hadn't seen him the week before i asked, "so how's the baby?" he sort of looked down sadley and shook his head side to side. "oh my god, it died?" i asked. lorena, the assistant editor was standing next to me and said, "Yeah, his wife had a misscarriage last week." FUCK! i had no idea. i was talking about the bird! i felt like shit and tried to explain that i was asking about the bird and had no idea that his wife was even pregnant. his eyes sort of welled up and said,
"yeah there was a lot of death at my house last week."FUCK. it was a hairy situation. i got him and his wife flowers and a card the next day (friday), but i still felt like a total ass.
yeah tatu suck (he he)
turkey won . . . .
peeps should have flashing neon lights above there heads . . . . so peeps dont get in the fuck what have i just said situation . . . . u didnt know and im sure they realise that . . . . . and think ur a sweety for sendin card and flowers . . . .
did i tell you i am dropping out of school? well, just taking some incompletes. yay for me!