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DISCLAIMER: I proclaim this the Unofficial Prince Appreciation Week, and all week, all of my posts will B written the way Prince writes his songs.

Well, it was 1 of the loneliest weekends ever. I worked all weekend, and my feet hurt like a bitch, so I ended up not going 2 Rocky this Saturday night. Mom was a little surprised that I didn't go, but for one thing, I wanted 2 save on gas money (I owe Chris the cash for our con room soon), and 4 1 thing...I don't know. Lately, I've been feeling kind of detatched from the group of friends there. I don't know y. I haven't even tagged along 2 Steak and Shake in ages.

It's not just Rocky, it's all other forms of human interaction that go on outside of this prison. No 1 ever calls me or is online to talk to me or emails me or even responds to my LJ entries or whatever. Makes me feel like I've got the damned plague or that I'm invisible or I don't even exist. It's rather depressing. Makes me want 2 crawl N-2 my closet and cry my little eyes out.

I am now on the HydroxyCut stuff. (It's ephedra-free, so that's not bad.) I can tell that it's cutting the cravings down some, but I can tell U that it's hard 2 cave in 2 cravings around here when my mother likes so much junky foods and doesn't let me have a say-so in what we eat around the house. She buys according 2 her preferences, and doesn't even care what Hunter or Dad or I want. Then she picks on me because I have a huge ass, or "you're starting 2 look kind of chubby in that top." So later on today, I'm gonna mosey on down 2 Fitness Edge and see what programs they offer. (This will all turn N-2 a major eating disorder, I can already tell.)

Days Inn called like twice this weekend about a front desk position they have available. I called back and got the front desk manager, who I guess is some Hindu guy (I couldn't understand what he was saying with his thick accent and with how soft-spoken he was), but he kept asking what hours I was available, which is pretty much mornings. He sounded disinterested in me after I told him that. Yep, I should have known. No one ever wants 2 work night shifts anymore, so they hire in cheap labor who is willing 2 work just 2 earn a buck. I'm getting tired of that game, let me tell U. And the classifieds are so slim pickings anymore. U practically do have 2 move 2 Chicago 2 have a real job.

So The Life of Brian is being re-released in theaters after all due 2 all of the hype around The Passion of the Christ. Pretty sweet.

I have 2 work from 4 till midnight on Saturday, and I have 2 perform, and it's Pirate Night. I have a good idea of what I'm going 2 wear. (I'll have 2 raid Hunter's closet 4 a couple of things, believe it or not.) So, I'm going 2 B running late.

Man, I really want 2 do Trixie again. I have a really good idea of what 2 do. *grins and raises eyebrow*

I wish I knew how 2 play the guitar. I should start saving up 2 buy 1 and 2 start taking lessons. Or Hunter and I can teach each other.

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Wheeeeee. The only good thing about today is that it's the start of a new week 4 me. That means, a whole week's worth of rentals.

Gimme some suggestions on what 2 rent this week. And no 1 tell me "Rent Purple Rain!" b-cuz I already have it on DVD. I wanna rent Dickie Roberts again, but I've seen that 2 death.

*ha ha* I luv writing like this. It either makes me get N-2 the Prince mood, or it makes me look retarded. But boy...I hate it when people write lIeK dIs oN tHeIr LJs. Now THAT'S retarded.

I wrote some more poetry this morning. If I just keep at it, maybe it won't suck so much. (I can only hope.)