I have regained my sanity, or as much sanity as I’m capable of anyway; certainly better than I was a few days ago, convinced my boyfriend loves his car more than me and all. Not much is new really. Melody’s dance show was Thursday, she did pretty good. We’ve been converting the drama room into a black-box theatre for our one-acts the last few days
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Just read that again....What is wrong with me? I'm sorry about all that, Mike. I was irritated and took it out on you. I'm sorry for being selfish and unnecesarily bitchy. I'm happy for you about the car, you deserve it. I did want to see you more today, but I know you had things to do and I understand. Once again, very sorry. I love you more this
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So I stayed home from school today because I wasn’t doing anything terribly important in any of my classes and I saw an opportunity to skip, not to mention that I’m miserable and pmsing. So I spent most of the day either in bed or on the couch in the fetal position doubled over with cramps. I accomplished absolutely nothing that I told myself I
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There are so many things that I start out really bad at and then get better, I can’t decide if this is a good thing or not. My junior year I barely passed honors English with C’s , and then this year I get A’s in AP literature. And now I’m getting A’s on my tests in AP stat, a class that was totally kicking my ass like a month and a half ago. I
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So the orientation was perfectly awful. Cheerleaders being bitches as they do so well, grumpy stage managers, Mike Wells hitting on me, and Jimmy and Mike and I totally f-ing up talking to the 8th graders about Stageworks. Oh well, atleast Steven was there to provide some comic relief. I got away with skipping Carper's class 4th block Friday, with
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I hate Mike Wells, for so many reasons. And if, by chance, he reads this at some point, good! Cockiest, most arrogant piece of shit I know, fucking trying to tell me what to do for the stupid orientation thing tomorrow. Not because it actually needed to be done, because there were already 3 fucking people doing goddamn lights, but so his dumb ass
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I changed my picture because the one of me and Mike makes Mike look either drunk or retarded, or maybe both. That one is the sun setting on the beach on Sanibel Island, if anyone is wondering
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There are so many things I don’t understand. Like why after something that makes me feel so incredible, I am horrendously depressed and lonely. And how or why I could possibly feel lonely I have no idea, but yet I still do. I have experienced a million emotions today, over this one thing, or at least I’d like to believe this thing to be the cause
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