Funny... I move away to pursue Hollywood, and Hollywood decides to go to my hometown. I'm sure it's making my family happy, though. They're still hopeful that I might end up back in Michigan. The movie's [working] title is "High School" which, if you ask me, is a pretty lame title for a movie. But nobody asked me.
And hey, amongst all the Hollywood hub-bub that's taking my hometown by storm, I've still managed to make it into the paper from "beyond the grave".^^^That's me! (on the right, with the bagpipes). This picture was taken 5 years ago, but here it is being used to advertise this year's homecoming parade. Kind of makes me a bit nostalgic. Not that I ever really liked doing parades.
Anyway, as some sort of sick joke or attempt to get back at me for never calling, my mom sent me an e-mail with a video titled "Girl falls off bike. Watch closely". (or something along those lines). A few seconds into the video I started to say "I really hope this isn't one of those pop-up vid-- " at which point I screamed bloody murder and freaked the hell out of my roommates. It WAS a pop-up video. I absolutely hate those things. They get me even when I'm expecting them. But I definitely wasn't expecting it from my own mother.
Thanks mom! You got me good.
Last night we sent an e-mail to Craig Ferguson: Dearest Craig,
In your interview with Seth Green, introduced us to the international "I want to have sex" hand gesture (awkwardly circling finger around your own mouth) and we tried it on the train today. People ignored us. Perhaps because we only had the guts to try it on people who were sleeping.
Oh well.
Cheers!
~Renee, Chelsea, and Shayna
I hope he at least reads it. I don't care about getting a nod on-air. There's always next time.
Annnnnnd, finally... this is what I learned in school today!!!:
I'm a college student, yes I am.
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