May 19, 2014
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Chocolate comes from cocoa which comes out of a tree. That technically makes chocolate a plant. Therefore, chocolate counts as salad.
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No, but see...
Chocolate comes from cocoa which comes out of a tree. That technically makes chocolate a plant. Therefore, chocolate counts as salad.
I am officially a leading man!!
You've read right! Kurt Hummel has landed the lead role in a production of Peter Pan being put on by The Lexington Home for Retired Performers! They needed an emergency replacement because their previous Peter dropped...out. Yeah, she dropped out, and I, ever so graciously, offered to fill in! Okay, so it's not a Broadway production just yet, but I don't care! I'm sure that it'll still be a lot of fun. Who wouldn't have fun in a Peter Pan production by a retirement home filled with old Broadway stars?! Plus, I get to fly around stage in a harness. You guys might not be impressed, but I happen to be very much looking forward to this.
Sometimes I feel like I'm being probed with all those weird machines and stuff. We're totally the aliens..
Who wants some cake?
I got a pretty huge one lying in my office here, and as much as I would love to, I highly doubt I'll eat it by myself. After all, the only thing I need for my birthday is better metabolism.
Finally good news.
I got rid of my cast today. Now three more weeks with a brace and I can start physical therapy which means I finally get to go back to my strings. I can't wait to play. It's been time.
I am so ready for this.
Final exams are next week - which I'm not exactly ready for..- but then I have the entire maymester and summer to myself. I'll only have my job with Vogue.com to worry about, and I will literally have nothing else to do. I'll be around so much you all will get sick of me. You've been warned....
I'm such a sad panda.. I killed it..
For fuck's sake
If I hear the words 'never ever ever' one more time, I'll have to either punch someone or drink myself into a coma. I have a headache and my dog looks like he's about to howl along any second.