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| Back From NY: Met Matt Damon |
| 07.23.04 (11:16 pm) [edit] |
I'm back from the East Coast and I really am happy to be here. I knew it...I just knew there would be some drama while I was gone. When I mean drama, I mean stuff with Liz and me. It got pretty damn ugly. We were like yelling at each other in hushed tones...well it was 3 in the morning NJ time. I refuse to put myself through that ever again. It's hard trying to vacation with someone who thinks she's a princess. She grew up thinking she was a princess and thinks that the world should treat her accordingly. SICK!!
I got to see all the touristy cool stuff, so that was fun, and we also headed to DC to see all that stuff over there. And in between all the commotion, I got to talk to Bryan twice on the phone. He sent me texts almost every day. The day Liz and I got in the fight he called me, and then as I was crying and wanting to go home, all I could think about was I want to talk to Bryan, so I finally called him and we talked. We talked for about an hour, and it was almost four in the morning before we hung up. He did make me feel better though and I'm so greatful that I have him in my life, even if he is so far away. He's what makes the days more exciting. He called me the day before I left for home, but I was at a show. Then he called me when I was on my way home, and he left me messages. I wish I could talk to him. He graduated on Wednesday at the top of his class, so I'm super proud of him. But now he has a different schedule and well it makes it hard to find a time to talk. This three hour difference kills me.
Now the highlight of my trip was the last day in the city. But before that, on Thursday, the two of us went to see RENT, starring SCARY SPICE from the Spice Girls. She was [b]Mimi[/b]. Jai Rodriguez from Queer Eye For the Straight Guy was [b]Angel[/b]. Frenchie Davis from season 2 of American Idol was also in it. It was one of the best casts I've ever seen. The [b]Mark [/b]and [b]Collins [/b]ROCKED. I was never a big [b]Mark [/b]fan, but he was totally awesome. He made the show for me. [b]Collins [/b]had a BEAAAAAAAAAUTIFUL VOICE!! I can't get over how wonderful he was. Jai was a funny [b]Angel [/b]and he is oh so talented. The Maureen was also really good, and I know that it was an understudy. Okay, now onto Wednesday. We headed over to Times Square and on a whim we decided to stay in the standby line for TRL, well we actually got in because the girls in front of us had no ID. We met MATT DAMON and HALLE BERRY! He had a nice firm hand shake. Then after we went over to get tickets for a show, and the ones that Liz wanted to see were unavailable, and she didn't want to see Aida, but I did. We ended up with tickets for that show and it was awesome. It had Deborah Cox and she's just wonderful. PLUS...to make things TEN TIMES a MILLION TIMES BETTER...[b]Radames [/b]was played by none other than ADAM PASCAL...the ORIGINAL [b]Radames [/b]and the ORIGINAL [b]Roger [/b]from RENT. He made it so worth it. I love Adam Pascal. He is a FREAKING GOD! After the show we happened to pick the right door because we were right by the stage door. Met Deborah Cox and some other cast members, but no Adam. He wasn't signing that night. Oh well...maybe some other time...
Now I am back to deal with the shit that my brother has brought upon our family while I was gone. I was so happy to be going home, but now that he's FUCKED everything up, I'm not sure anymore. He's a selfish bastard. He tends to ruin things for me. Even this fucking blog, he had pulled out the phone line while I was away and I had yet to finish this..so all this shit was gone. Thank God I had pressed CTRL + C. My mom said I could get my truck in two years, which I was not really willing to wait for, but figured if I came up with some money from work, I'd maybe get it by the beginning of next year, but even if I bust my ass off, there's no way my mom can help me get this fucking truck. It'll be another five years before I get a new car, which isn't fair because I've had my car for four years and have been driving it like it's mine since last year. When my brothers started driving they got a new car within a year. My parents have helped them out with at least three cars. I love my car, but I want my truck. Like I said, another fucking five years, unless I get a new job that pays me enough to handle my own shit. And it's all thanks to my brother who fucks up his life and in turn fucks up my family and of course fucks things up for me. I know I sound like a brat, but if you only knew...
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