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No one replies to my journal entries anymore. I'm a totally boring dork.

I wish I could audition for SG Live. It's all I can think about. I have the perfect routine to the perfect song. But no. I'm stuck in Indiana, in an apartment I hate, in a town that's dead, at a school that is boring, broke and no close friends. *sigh* I'll do the routine by myself in my room and imagine I hear applause. I know I have it good. My parents will always buy me food or pay my bills when I can't. I live in a nice place (albeit with roommates I hate, but only temporarily), I have nice clothes and nice things in general, I have my own car that I don't have to pay for, a family that loves and supports me, I'm intelligent and capable, I never go hungry, and I am always healthy. Complaining just makes me sound like a horrible brat, but I'm so bored. I see all these people around here (sg) doing so many amazing and fun things, and I have nothing (in terms of fullfilment and excitement. I probably spelled fullfilment wrong.). That's why I love going home to my parents on the weekend. They make me feel special, and my mother always listens to my rants about burlesque and pinups and doing weird things, even if all this disturbs her so (which it kind of does, but she knows I have a good head on my shoulders). I just don't want a normal life. It's so dull and...common. "I reject your reality, and substitute my own!"

Anyway, I'm a bitch.

I finished Strip City last night after starting it on Saturday. Fun read. I'm starting Hollywood Babylon next, and I need to catch up on my Palahniuk. I'm 3 books behind. The last one I read was in high school, and it was Choke.

I am shocked and appalled! The Mythbusters box dvd set is $100. Whaat-eveeeer!

My other roommate moved out already. Her room is empty and looks like it did when we first moved in. I thought back to a year ago. It made me sad. Movin' on, now. Got to start packing. And working on my monologues, I'm super slacker lady.

My room and bathroom are so gross.

just what you need when you're down in the dumps, one half hillbilly and one half punk!

edit

whilst walking around campus today heading over to my oh-so-fun stagecraft lecture, I got to thinking about band and burlesque troup names. I'm such a nerd. Ha!

Lucille's Balls (troup)
The Suicide of Olive Thomas (points for anyone who understands the reference.)
The Goo Goo Mucks (I'm sure it's been done...)



let's see, what else can I waste your time with?

things I want to purcahse:

an iPod (I'm a loser, I'd settle for an iPod shuffle.)
hair extensions
a manicure
a pedicure
new tattoos
new makeup
the SG DVD
music from Nick Cave, The Cramps, and do I even want to go on? the list would be massive.
books and artwork and whatnot
a stereo
the mythbusters dvd boxset

*sigh* I'm a consumer bitch.

edit

I don't like being talked down to like I am a child and a simple minded midwestern idiot. see: the"is L.A. really as bad as I've read"? thread.