11th
somebody
should pay for Sydni to get her 4 rolls of film developed so that this house will have hella badass pictures to put on this sweetass blog.
somebody should also locate Sydni’s digital camera cord and memorex transfer stick, because those have gone missing, and like most of Sydni’s other once-missing-and-found items, somebody probably accidentally took them thinking that said cable and memorex transfer stick were their’s. They aren’t, return them or you will end.
So Cam, Jeff, and I (Sydni) watched “The Tracey Fragments” starring Ellen Page earlier this evening and I still don’t know whether I liked it or not. It was really interesting how the film was displayed, the screen was cut into fragments and different scenes were being shown in each fragment. There was a little dog boy, an ugly Robert Smith-wannabe rapist who displayed the guyliner proudly, crazy ass parents, a transvestite-psychiatrist, a creepy crackhead, a fat mexican guy with a vicious belt and a weak 4th chin, and a 15-year-old who apparently hates herself. All in all, the plot was depressing, and as much as Tracey denies it, she really does need a psychiatrist. You should watch the film, just so you will understand.
Apparently it is the “thing” to sleep in my bed now. I’m going to start a list of those who have slept on my little piece of heaven:
1. Sydni
2. Jameson
3. Max
4. Courtney
5. Chris
-Sydni
