Wednesday, August 16, 2006

How come when I stand up in class and ask my prof questions like Rachel Weisz does in "The Constant Gardener" I don't end up making out with someone like Ralph Fiennes?
Huh?
How come?
Is it my hair?

Well, here's to next semester.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Are you pert when you ask? They like that sort of thing... I think it may be all in the delivery Ang. I of course am not an expert in this field but I can think of a few movies that we could rent to analyze it more if you like... Luis disagrees with me of course, he says you "gotta flash 'em." Hmm there could be some merit to that suggestion. Perhaps we could discuss while listening to my totally RAD mix CD that I am making you.

See ya later kid!

Angela said...

pert? i'm not sure if you're referring to my attitude or my breasts. hee hee hee.

mmmm, thom yorke.

p.s. your husband is a nut and he needs to update his blog or die.

Anonymous said...

so.... I'm dying here.... do ya like it? Huh? Huh? Waddaya think of # 16?? This sucks you wrking night shifts now- I have no idea when is a good time to call you! Miss ya.

Angela said...

no more going to the dark side with your flying saucer eyes.
no more falling down a worm hole that i have to pull you out.
mmmmm. yes. beautiful. it's such a kind song, hey? it makes me feel all lovey.
i really like the apostle of hustle one, too and... i gotta say..you, YOU are so GANGSTA!

maybe we can't go out dancing, but you can call me at work (any of you can) between 10pm-10am friday and saturday night - 780-968-7431.

hey, have a look at the comments on my guilty pleasures post! ya!!!! i miss her.