calls, paint and competition
March 11, 2002 at 12:05 a.m.
Okay, I need answers people.
Last night at 12:44am I got a message on my voice mail from a male at a blocked number that went kind of like this:
"REVA, THIS IS THE ALMIGHTY GOD SPEAKING. I WAS JUST CALLING YOU TO SAY - WHAT ARE YOU THINKING??? CALL ME BACK, BYE."
I've called several people that it might have been, but out of the men in my life that would call after midnight, I haven't found the person yet. It gave me a nice giggle. I'll play the message for you if you want - it's hilarious. If not a tad creepy.
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I came home after a long day of rehearsals to find the apartment vacated of my former roomate's things. First on the order of business?
I started painting. We found a big entertainment center near the trash a few months ago - it is slightly warped but it hasn't dropped the TV yet, so it stays. And it is now sporting a much more modern look - with a color scheme of THE MIRROR Mom and I found in Venice, Italy this summer. She's goona totally love the primary color make-over I'm doing on this puppy.
You wanna come over and help? The next part includes zebra stripes:)
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I played the most miserable game of Capture the Flag last night. I remembered how much I despise these games where I always lose.
But the space we were playing on was massive and open so all we did was stand there and yell at each other. I can't take that level of competitiveness - it just feels so unhappy. I was so pumped up I was about to kick the other team's teeth in before I realized this game didn't freaking matter.
So when we started game two in a much better locale (that cool castle at Eureka Park - perfect for capture the Flag!) I went with a few abdicators and played a marvelous game of Sardines.
Later I went with a delightful crowd to Luigi's for dinner, realizing later that only silly college students are dumb enough to eat Italian food at 10:00pm. I feel like I swallowed fire.
But my heart is still warm from all the laughs. Ech, I get some common sense next year I suppose.
SUPERCRACK is goona Van Gogh now!!!
oh that was bad..... sooo sorry....