well, happy 4th of july before i forget to mention it. i'm often bitching about the hypocricies of this nation and the "man who claims to be president" and claiming that the 10th ring of hell is the Beltway, but i know how lucky i am to be living in america. so yay USA and all that other good stuff...while i await the end of the weekend so i can get rid of my star spangled fingernails.
ok, so a few days ago at work, i was writing about my summer instead of writing my paper for my theater history class. now that class is over and i have nothing else better to do, i'm going to share what i wrote with y'all because i feel like it. it just goes to show what can happen when a girl's imagination runs away with her.
I am not supposed to be here. I am not supposed to be sitting here scrawling down my thoughts because I don't want to write my paper. I am not supposed to be sitting here wearing an ugly red blazer and drinking cold, bad, instant coffee. My mind is taking me to the places that I'm supposed to be.
First scenario for the perfect summer: I'm living in a lovably grungy apartment in Greenwich Village, where all I have to do is write poetry and listen to music all day. Every once in a while, I'll go shopping and buy whatever I want. The evenings are devoted to parties in my apartment where I invite people I've met and good old friends, and we nurse an endles supply of Killian's Red as we discuss the joys of my new Bohemian exisence. I return to school as the savvy city girl who spends every weekend in the Village.
Soecond scenario for the perfect summer: I manage to follow Andre to Italy where I spend six weeks studying Elementary Italian and Art History. Our free time is spent seeing all the beautiful places he talks about: Florence, Venice, Rome, Piza, Milan, etc. Weekend excursions will include London, Paris, Amsterdam, Madrid, and anywhere else the Eurorails will take us. We meet tons of people like ourselves, roaming the Continent in search of self-discovery and a good pub. We party with locals after a soccer victory, and shake up the best clubs in town. I return to school with 3 albums full of pictures, and affected Euro-accent that will slowly fade back into my Jersey vernacular, and the whole Europe-rules-America-sucks attitude. My desire to move to London will triple as a result.
Third scenario for a perfect summer: I pile a group of road trip loving people into the car and we hit the highways looking for adventure. Roadside diner antics and tourist trap disasters guaranteed. With enough drivers and enough cash, we can get to California and back, enjoying the country from sea to shining sea. Essentially it's Road Rules without the death-defying stunts and producer-planned drama. Days are spent on the roads, listening to our favorite music, playing license plate games, and just being silly. Nights are spent at national park campsites, or maybe even a motel, where we trade philosophies and recall the day's events. I return to school with a box full of touristy tchotchkes, a killer driving tan, and a pledge to never eat from another fast food joint for the next 6 months. My road trip companions and I bond so well that we remain friends forever.
Fourth perfect summer scenario: I go to the 7-11 to pick up a Code Red Mountain Dew Slurpee and decide to buy a lottery ticket for the hell of it. That night I check the Mega Millions numbers and gasp! I've won! As soon as I've collected my lump sum payment, I buy a plane ticket to Italy to visit Andre. (see scenario #2). Afterwards, I start from there on my rollercoaster tour of the world. The biggest and the best coasters of the world are at my disposal as I determine the greatest coaster of all time. I return to school with all items from Scenario #2 as well as a buttload of frequent flier miles, theme park souvenirs that will fill up an entire room, and a set of severely strained vocal cords.
Fifth perfect summer scenario: While striking up a witty repartee with a guy at SkinMarket who's buying a birthday gift for his daughter, he is sturck by my beauty and poise (despite the fact that I'm covered in glitter and coconut face mask). He asks if I've ever thought about being an actress and I tell him that that's my career plan. He happens to be part of a big movie project and I'm just the kind of girl they are looking for! The next day I go to NYC for a script reading. They love me. I get the part. Three weeks later we start shooting. I'm walking the red carpet on my 20th birthday for the premiere. Doing homework on a flight to LA for a spot on Leno. Spring break in the Bahamas with MTV. I sign a 5 million dollar movie deal with a major studio, and the next summer is spent shooting another movie. I return for my senior year as a local celebrity living the life of a normal college kid. Except for the fact that I have tons of disposable income and I have fun disposing it.
So that's what I wrote. I went on to talk about how lame my summer really is, but it's depressing and I've bored you all enough with the things that I want to be doing, so why should I bore you with my reality?
So that's it for now. i've noticed that i've had some difficulty typing this all correctly...it's a lot harder to type with fingernails (i've finally let them grow). i'm too tired to make corrections, so you've all had fun trying to decipher what i've typed. off i go now to bed so i can work in the morning. the 4th of july may be a national holiday, but capitalism never takes a break: the mall's frickin open from 10-7. g'nite!
ok, so a few days ago at work, i was writing about my summer instead of writing my paper for my theater history class. now that class is over and i have nothing else better to do, i'm going to share what i wrote with y'all because i feel like it. it just goes to show what can happen when a girl's imagination runs away with her.
I am not supposed to be here. I am not supposed to be sitting here scrawling down my thoughts because I don't want to write my paper. I am not supposed to be sitting here wearing an ugly red blazer and drinking cold, bad, instant coffee. My mind is taking me to the places that I'm supposed to be.
First scenario for the perfect summer: I'm living in a lovably grungy apartment in Greenwich Village, where all I have to do is write poetry and listen to music all day. Every once in a while, I'll go shopping and buy whatever I want. The evenings are devoted to parties in my apartment where I invite people I've met and good old friends, and we nurse an endles supply of Killian's Red as we discuss the joys of my new Bohemian exisence. I return to school as the savvy city girl who spends every weekend in the Village.
Soecond scenario for the perfect summer: I manage to follow Andre to Italy where I spend six weeks studying Elementary Italian and Art History. Our free time is spent seeing all the beautiful places he talks about: Florence, Venice, Rome, Piza, Milan, etc. Weekend excursions will include London, Paris, Amsterdam, Madrid, and anywhere else the Eurorails will take us. We meet tons of people like ourselves, roaming the Continent in search of self-discovery and a good pub. We party with locals after a soccer victory, and shake up the best clubs in town. I return to school with 3 albums full of pictures, and affected Euro-accent that will slowly fade back into my Jersey vernacular, and the whole Europe-rules-America-sucks attitude. My desire to move to London will triple as a result.
Third scenario for a perfect summer: I pile a group of road trip loving people into the car and we hit the highways looking for adventure. Roadside diner antics and tourist trap disasters guaranteed. With enough drivers and enough cash, we can get to California and back, enjoying the country from sea to shining sea. Essentially it's Road Rules without the death-defying stunts and producer-planned drama. Days are spent on the roads, listening to our favorite music, playing license plate games, and just being silly. Nights are spent at national park campsites, or maybe even a motel, where we trade philosophies and recall the day's events. I return to school with a box full of touristy tchotchkes, a killer driving tan, and a pledge to never eat from another fast food joint for the next 6 months. My road trip companions and I bond so well that we remain friends forever.
Fourth perfect summer scenario: I go to the 7-11 to pick up a Code Red Mountain Dew Slurpee and decide to buy a lottery ticket for the hell of it. That night I check the Mega Millions numbers and gasp! I've won! As soon as I've collected my lump sum payment, I buy a plane ticket to Italy to visit Andre. (see scenario #2). Afterwards, I start from there on my rollercoaster tour of the world. The biggest and the best coasters of the world are at my disposal as I determine the greatest coaster of all time. I return to school with all items from Scenario #2 as well as a buttload of frequent flier miles, theme park souvenirs that will fill up an entire room, and a set of severely strained vocal cords.
Fifth perfect summer scenario: While striking up a witty repartee with a guy at SkinMarket who's buying a birthday gift for his daughter, he is sturck by my beauty and poise (despite the fact that I'm covered in glitter and coconut face mask). He asks if I've ever thought about being an actress and I tell him that that's my career plan. He happens to be part of a big movie project and I'm just the kind of girl they are looking for! The next day I go to NYC for a script reading. They love me. I get the part. Three weeks later we start shooting. I'm walking the red carpet on my 20th birthday for the premiere. Doing homework on a flight to LA for a spot on Leno. Spring break in the Bahamas with MTV. I sign a 5 million dollar movie deal with a major studio, and the next summer is spent shooting another movie. I return for my senior year as a local celebrity living the life of a normal college kid. Except for the fact that I have tons of disposable income and I have fun disposing it.
So that's what I wrote. I went on to talk about how lame my summer really is, but it's depressing and I've bored you all enough with the things that I want to be doing, so why should I bore you with my reality?
So that's it for now. i've noticed that i've had some difficulty typing this all correctly...it's a lot harder to type with fingernails (i've finally let them grow). i'm too tired to make corrections, so you've all had fun trying to decipher what i've typed. off i go now to bed so i can work in the morning. the 4th of july may be a national holiday, but capitalism never takes a break: the mall's frickin open from 10-7. g'nite!
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