My friend Amber and I have been talking about seeing a psychic for a long time now – we wanted a fun, cheapo reading that we could overanalyze for Hours of Fun©.
And tonight, we finally went.
The woman (and her yappy dog named Joshua) told me a bunch of things that may or may not come true, most notably that I would be married in five years in June, that I would own my own business someday and that “my color” was velvet.
Silly psychic. Velvet isn’t a color. I Googled it. It’s not.
Matt, Andy and I saw the top ten Idols in Columbus last night! Pictures are under the cut.
My homegirl Ramiele was . . . not great. So it goes.
Also, I think Syesha has had some work done.
Also #2, don’t buy floor seats that are horrible – wait until 3 days before the show and buy seats on the side. We got eighth row on the right hand side and it was a great view. Win.
Guys, if you need anything support-wise or have sent me a message in the past couple days, please send it to another Xanga Teamer . . . real life got in the way and I’m out of commission for a little while.
xoxo
p.s. people have now provided me with more cupcakes (read: 4 dozen) than i will ever be able to eat myself. i did not think this was possible. it is.
I went to the dentist last month for the first time in many, many moons. She was incredibly nice and understood that my dental history had neither been spotless nor very impressive for someone my age. My bad.
Anyway, after telling me I’d have to go in for fillings (which I expected), she told me I should use a better mouthwash than what I had been using . . . “just get the Listerine purple stuff,” she said.
I went to CVS that night and purchased my first bottle.
I am now a Purple Stuff addict. I get excited in the mornings when I get up because I know any germs that may have accumulated will be annihilated within one minute; when my teeth feel gross mid-day after the Chinese food that I inevitably eat three times a week, I crave Purple Stuff.
I ‘spose this is a better addiction than hard drugs and that it’s a turn toward better dental care on my part, but I never thought I would fall so fast for a minty substance laced with fluoride.
Chansey? Is that you?
“take surveeeeeeeyyyys!”
old dude on train: what do you do?
natalia: i work for a dotcom.
OD: what?
nat: i work for a website where people can make online journals
od: what?
nat: computers
od: OHH COMPUTERS
p.s. i should mention that he was complaining about people talking on cell phones all the time – “the uglier they are, the longer they talk” – and did not understand why anyone would want an “eyephone, earphone or nosephone”. i wanted to pat him on the head.
Whenever I type out a smiley, it’s eyes to the left, smile to the right.
But with people younger than I am, I usually see the smiley the other way around when it’s typed.
(:
Said smiley also sometimes grows longer eyes:
(=
When did this happen?!
If you are under the age of 22 (I turn 23 soon; omg), please answer – how did the smiley flip? was it of its own volition? are there any plans to flip upside down at some point?
Last night my friend Kate and I went to see Coldplay at Madison Square Garden – they kicked off a promotional tour with a free show. I wouldn’t call myself a fan of theirs – I knew of the songs but didn’t really know any of the lyrics. I did, however, “wooo-oooOOOOO!” at what was apparently the appropriate time.
we were pretty far back but you could still tell what was going on.
They also came to the back of the arena to sing an acoustic version of Yellow, which meant that we were about 200 feet away from the band. You can see Chris on the far left.
“Lost?” is my jam, you guys.
Anyway, yay for free shows. I am a fan of those.
Also, I might go see Blake Lewis tonight after I babysit because I am not typically a purveyor of the art of beatbox and I think it’s high time I start to appreciate the art. Matt and I both love his CD, though, so I’d feel like a jerk for going by myself . . . sigh.
edit: I did end up going. Tickets were way more expensive than they should’ve been, but the venue was tiny and there were 100 people there at most. I was about ten feet away from the stage. Awesome. Teach me how to beatbox, B.
some chick (Brianna?) from The Real World this season opened for him. Her voice was okay but her stage presence was horrible.
I asked the kids I babysit and their parents what their . . . stage names . . . were (we called it something different in school, but this is the squeaky clean version; deal!).
To find yours, take the name of your first pet – that’s your first name – and add it to the first street you lived on – that’s your last name.
Voila.
Samples:
Chumsley Vendome
Garbanzo Fairway
Elizabeth Westend
Comet Partridge
What’s yours?
p.s. if you are looking for a new screen name, I recommend these
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