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Alida: A 23-year-old Canadian exploring the infinite abyss that is New York City.

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Fri, Mar. 7
... What I like about you
Guess what? It's Friday, and I'm actually getting them up on time!

1. What was the last song you heard? Oh, good grief... I don't know. Probably the song for the finale of Stars on Ice last night, since that was the last thing I was watching before I went to bed.

2. What were the last two movies you saw? Clueless and ... umm... I don't remember. The last two I saw in theatres, though, were Chicago and How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days.

3. What were the last three things you purchased? Two cans of paint yesterday and lunch the day before.

4. What four things do you need to do this weekend? Go finish painting the platform today, get everything ready for Our Town to open tonight, act in a one-act festival tomorrow, and do another show of Our Town on Sunday night.

5. Who are the last five people you talked to? Since I haven't talked to anyone yet this morning... in order of last night, before I went to bed... Janel, Chelsea, Brian, Laurel, and myself, probably. I can't remember who the last person I talked to before Laurel was. Probably someone who called and I answered the phone before passing it off to a roommate.

One year ago today: Apparently she was talking to Kat's mom, and telling her how they'd help pay for gas and a car and everything so I could commute, if I'd move back home. She thinks I'm not taking care of myself and I can't manage on my own. But let me tell you, there is absolutely no way I could ever move back with them. It would drive me nuts, and it would drive them nuts. It would be a constant power struggle, and I don't know if she realizes how much of a battle it would be. I've lived on my own for a year and a half now, and there's no way I could go back to living under their roof and rules.
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posted at 10:04 a.m.