We’ve seen a lot of buzz this past week in regards to the most epic 9 minute Emerson College Lady Gaga LipDub, and I just wanted to take the time to take a look back and pay tribute to some of the amazing parts (IMO) that might have gone unnoticed. Sure, crushable.com asked what Emerson College group you’d be a part of, but they didn’t have this insider’s knowledge and keen eye for detail. (Seriously crushable, theater kids don’t spend time in a TV studio, and there are only two Asians in the “Fame” section).
Has anyone thought that maybe a consequence of globalization is the NEED for a certain level of communism/socialism, just to keep things in CHECK? If you have globalization without cooperation than I think it’s common sense that the side effect will be everything running amuck. I mean, given that the people we trust to know what’s going on with the economy and the financial system, DON’T EVEN UNDERSTAND IT THEMSELVES, it MUST be time to overhaul the system, together. Just a thought.
A dream about him last night. Someone please shoot me in the face, please. Eight months without dreams and it finally happened, and in the most upsetting way possible….everyone was there too, at one point.
So I am now jobless. To me this means one thing only….TIME.
Tomorrow I can go to the gym, get my snow tires on, stop by Juli’s, clean the basement some more. Maybe even see my friends for once?
Yes, I’m angry how it went down. Yes, he is an incompetent douchebag criminal shitty photographer with zero credentials. But…I am so much happier knowing I don’t ever have to deal with that bullshit again :)
I finally have time to focus on getting my life in order like I’ve been wanting to.
…the difference between me and most people I know is that when I am (legitimately) down in the dumps/depressed, I kinda just stop talking to everyone. I cut myself off. I mean really, no one wants to hear my shit, and I know that, and when I am feeling this way, everyone is just too annoying anyways.
The only way to get out of a rut is to drag yourself out of it til you rip your nails off…then, by the time you’re out, you can probably afford to get yourself a manicure.