Song: “Status Quo” sung by Joey Richter (from “Starship”)
So I’m sitting here with my sister (who is currently spouting off the names of the Teletubbies for some odd reason, and who would also like to be called Joe-John for another odd reason) and dad who like always, is asleep, while watching NCIS.
This is how the episode will pan out: Gibbs will do squinty-eye things while Ziva speaks in every language known to man, and they will use their combined excellent observant NCIS-y skills to find the lost marine. They will also adopt the orphaned children, take them back to America, and live happily ever after in Gibbs’ basement.
I’m probably spot on with that.
Anyway…the play just finished up (a truly inspiring, heartwarming production of Our Town, I’m sure) and so I have one less thing to worry about. Plus one more, since I got nominated for the Kennedy Center American College Theatre Festival competition thingy…so good and bad I suppose. But I still have to film my senior capstone project, come up with a final video project for Comm Theory, and direct my 10 minute play.
Excuse me for one minute, please.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Okay. That helped. Sort of.
Um…Tony DiNozzo is talking to God. That’s really weird. Just make out with Ziva already. It would seriously make everyone happier.
Random note of excitement: I GOT TICKETS TO THE STARKID SPACETOUR! It’s going to be epic. I’m dragging my sister, excuse me, Joe-John, with me because I can’t go alone. But I’m super excited and it’s a bit pathetic. They are my idols. Seriously. I want to be them. I want to be friends with them.
I’m kind of sounding like a creeper, aren’t I?
Oh well. It can’t be helped.
Moving on…lately I’ve been receiving calls from a “marketing agent” from “bookwhirl.com” who wants to make me a website for my published one-act, and also convert it into an ebook.
TOTAL SCAM.
I’ve been avoiding their calls until tonight, when my brother answered the phone during dinner. His side of the conversation went a little bit like this:
“It’s nighttime bro…Yeah, it’s pretty good…Have you read it?…Oh yeah, what’s it about then?…Don’t call back here…Oh yeah, I dare you to call back. Huh. Hung up.”
All in all, fairly entertaining. I almost felt bad. I would have felt bad, if it wasn’t so damn funny.
I was a bit bummed that the whole thing was a scam, but come on? Who’d seriously want to help me publish my book?
This was one of those times when my pessimism and inherent skepticism was very helpful.
Yay negativity!
On that positive note, I shall leave you all.
Also this episode has me severely confused.
That is all.
Love forever,
Fudgy
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Song: “Status Quo” sung by Joey Richter (from “Starship”)
So I’m sitting here with my sister (who is currently spouting off the names of the Teletubbies for some odd reason, and who would also like to be called Joe-John for another odd reason) and dad who like always, is asleep, while watching NCIS.
This is how the episode will pan out: Gibbs will do squinty-eye things while Ziva speaks in every language known to man, and they will use their combined excellent observant NCIS-y skills to find the lost marine. They will also adopt the orphaned children, take them back to America, and live happily ever after in Gibbs’ basement.
I’m probably spot on with that.
Anyway…the play just finished up (a truly inspiring, heartwarming production of Our Town, I’m sure) and so I have one less thing to worry about. Plus one more, since I got nominated for the Kennedy Center American College Theatre Festival competition thingy…so good and bad I suppose. But I still have to film my senior capstone project, come up with a final video project for Comm Theory, and direct my 10 minute play.
Excuse me for one minute, please.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Okay. That helped. Sort of.
Um…Tony DiNozzo is talking to God. That’s really weird. Just make out with Ziva already. It would seriously make everyone happier.
Random note of excitement: I GOT TICKETS TO THE STARKID SPACETOUR! It’s going to be epic. I’m dragging my sister, excuse me, Joe-John, with me because I can’t go alone. But I’m super excited and it’s a bit pathetic. They are my idols. Seriously. I want to be them. I want to be friends with them.
I’m kind of sounding like a creeper, aren’t I?
Oh well. It can’t be helped.
Moving on…lately I’ve been receiving calls from a “marketing agent” from “bookwhirl.com” who wants to make me a website for my published one-act, and also convert it into an ebook.
TOTAL SCAM.
I’ve been avoiding their calls until tonight, when my brother answered the phone during dinner. His side of the conversation went a little bit like this:
“It’s nighttime bro…Yeah, it’s pretty good…Have you read it?…Oh yeah, what’s it about then?…Don’t call back here…Oh yeah, I dare you to call back. Huh. Hung up.”
All in all, fairly entertaining. I almost felt bad. I would have felt bad, if it wasn’t so damn funny.
I was a bit bummed that the whole thing was a scam, but come on? Who’d seriously want to help me publish my book?
This was one of those times when my pessimism and inherent skepticism was very helpful.
Yay negativity!
On that positive note, I shall leave you all.
Also this episode has me severely confused.
That is all.
Love forever,
Fudgy
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