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batskeetsLife is officially eating me ALIVE, y'all.
Tonight: 80's night @ John Henry's for Erin's birthday
Tomorrow: Gallery opening for the photographer who did my first shoot ever, and probably Pirates of the Carribbean (BTW: is there a plan yet for the effin' movie??)
Saturday: Open audition and probably fitting/rehearsal for fashion show in Portland, then back to Eugene for a party
Sunday: hitting up the Country Fair, followed by birthday party for Ben
The most annoying part is that, when I *do* get 5 minutes to myself, I'm going to think to myself one of two things:
A) "I should go to the gym so I don't become pathetic and weak and flabby."
B) "I should unpack/move more of my stuff."
And then I will go do said thing out of guilt and/or necessity.
Aaaagh. When will it end?
Tonight: 80's night @ John Henry's for Erin's birthday
Tomorrow: Gallery opening for the photographer who did my first shoot ever, and probably Pirates of the Carribbean (BTW: is there a plan yet for the effin' movie??)
Saturday: Open audition and probably fitting/rehearsal for fashion show in Portland, then back to Eugene for a party
Sunday: hitting up the Country Fair, followed by birthday party for Ben
The most annoying part is that, when I *do* get 5 minutes to myself, I'm going to think to myself one of two things:
A) "I should go to the gym so I don't become pathetic and weak and flabby."
B) "I should unpack/move more of my stuff."
And then I will go do said thing out of guilt and/or necessity.
Aaaagh. When will it end?
