i love liz lemon

netflix, for some crazy reason, doesn't have season 3 of 30 rock. but hulu has it up until the 23rd! I watched the entire 3rd season in 3 nights. and now its 11:30 on a friday and instead of being at my friends birthday celebration I'm in bed, exhausted because I haven't gotten enough sleep this week.

good move.

but it was a good season. now i'm all caught up! once fall rolls around I'll have The Office and 30 Rock on Thursdays and Glee on Wednesday.

and i sign a lease for a new apartment on Monday, I can't wait to move. the new place is great :)

goooooooodnight. I can't stay up any more.

sometimesIsuck

Erica's flight back to San Diego is this morning. She called a car for 7:15 am. She had been packing and carrying all her things down, and I got up and stepped outside my door to offer to help....the door shut and locked us out!!!! None of my roommates are home!

I went to our roof and tried to come down the fire escape into our apartment, but there are walls up on the roof and you can't get to the front fire escape.

I'm freaking out and I feel TERRIBLE!

So we ran down to the street because her car was here and explained the situation. I asked to borrow her phone so I can call a locksmith, but then I decided I was going to try to pull the ladder for the fire escape down on the ground floor.



2 people who were observing out situation walked by (still like 7:15 AM) on their way to church and told us the landlord actually lived in the building (i thought he lived somewhere not even in our area....). They had his number and called him. He picked up! They had him open his door for me so I could climb through his window and go up the fire escape from there.

He let me into his apartment and struggled to get the window open. After moving the window locks around a little (my heart is beating at probably a million beats per second so it felt like 3 years) the window opened! I stood on a broken chair, climbed out of his window and went up the rusty fire escape to my floor. I pulled up the screen and threw up the window, jumped into my apartment and sprinted to the door and eagerly pulled it open for erica to get in.


She got the rest of her belongings, hopped in the car, and took off for the airport.

THAAANNNKKKK GOOODNEESSS the windows were open last night!

...of course i lock myself out when someone has a plane to catch to cross the country.

after the very exciting Sunday morning event and blogging about said event, it is 7:47 am. I'm going to sleep.

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SometimesISuck.

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I need to wear padding all over my body

I did it again. I cut myself and I have no idea how.

then I went to pump gas and bruised my thumb on my gas tank door.

wow.

getting ready for tour

I just went to target to buy my tour toiletries - lotions, vitamins, wet wipes, face cloths, ladies products, deodorant, etc - and it cost me $80 bucks. that sucks.

I cut my leg when I took my bags. One of the corners on a box hit my leg. I got to the car and I was bleeding. ONLY ME. only me. pathetic.

I also uploaded my laminate photo. Lots of security guards will be checking this baby out. (not like checking ME out, but my lammy...just wanted to clear that up. I know I'm conceited as all hell but I have to draw the line somewhere. this blog is where I draw the line.) Here it is:


I sewed up a bunch of dresses that needed to be altered since I have no boobs.

I'm wearing a turquoise dress with purple leggings and red shoes. I feel like a flower. a tropical one:

I'm going to the city tonight to see this band called Airborne Toxic Event tonight at Pianos (8 pm if you want to come). should be fun. I've never been to pianos.

Drake Bell

I'm going to invite him to warped tour. maybe he'll call me back.

EDIT:
I totally did it. I'll keep you updated.