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tonight was adorable. we had our screenwriting final exam at a cafe in the haight. we basically just sat around, ate, drank, talked, giggled, and read some of our work out loud. we were told to bring in one scene that we'd like to have read... so of course, i brought four scenes. i got some really great feedback. my professor is really encouraging me to finish this screenplay and do something with it.
when i left the haight, i went out to cha cha cha in the mission to celebrate lauren's birthday. everyone was already there and i received a long, loud, loving shout as i approached the table. lauren requested alternate versions of the happy birthday song, so i sang the new kids on the block version. i expected my pals to join in, but they didn't know it! what were those motherfuckers doing in 1990? i can tell you what they WEREN'T doing: choreographing dances to the new kids' third album.
and, holy fuck... what do you know? i found a video of this weird couple dancing to it on youtube. amazing. in my defense, my dancing was much cooler. involved lots of jazz hands, leaps, and pointing at the imaginary audience.
on my seventh birthday, my mom made me a jordan knight cake. jodie sue: mother of the century.
okay, sorry. back to present day. when we left cha cha cha, i walked with the crew to this other bar. this total thug and his girls were following us. dude was trying to spit game at us or some shit. he said something about polishing somebody's black diamond? i was like, 'BITCH! AIN'T NO DIAMOND, IT'S CUBIC ZIRCONIA!' and everyone started cracking up. see? even when i'm super depressed, i'm still the life of the party. for realz. i was bawling in my shrink's office the other day, and i somehow managed to heave out a joke. he laughed and said, 'at least you haven't lost your sense of humour!'
true dat, dr. badler. true dat. i've lost a lot of things. my virginity. tons of socks and jewelry. perhaps even my dignity. but i've still got my sick, sad, off-colour, kinda foreign sense of humour.
dude. that post-breakup mourning phase is the best time to rediscover morrissey.
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