Okay, so for the spring play we have this one gret but EXTREMELY intimidating director.
She's a lesbian and thusly very secretive about her lifestyle. I am the ONLY person other than the other director with her phone number from the school.
Ad Just now I checked my dialed calls... turns out I somehow called her for a 30 second call at 3:30 this morning. Problem is..I don't remember what I was doing at 3:30... I can only hope I was sleeping and that she won't recognize my phone number. ;-;
Furthermore I'm having just about one of the worst nights ever. My best friend just called me, COMPLETELY impossible to understand. He was so fucked up... he seriously sounded like someone with downs who had never learned to talk. And yet he was trying really hard to tell me something.. and I just couldn't figure out what it was. Sounded kind of like "ah-che". Repeated it a good 200 times.
i just hope he wasn't trying to tell me he was dying.
Not that anyone cares, but he was actually not dying. I still don't know what he was trying to say though. I think he was just trying to tell me he was drunk though. befuddlement
That's cool i guess.
cut back on the drugs
I FIGURES OUT WHAT HE WAS TRYING TO SAY.
"I try"
p.s. Nyerp, I wasn't on anything. Never done drugs in mah life. befuddlement
Why is the first thing you mentioned a problem