See lostlikealice.

Please, don't ask.

I'M BACK, MOTHERFUCKERS.

With a vengeance.

Twenty minutes and one day until my birthday. FUCK YEAH.

Oh. And my nephew is cuter than yours is. HA.

I'm feeling teenage and generally morose.

( So if you'd rather not read such things, move on. )

( Not long, but cut, because I am courteous, if nothing else. )

There is nothing quite so scary as shitting blood.

However, I pwned my vocal jazz solo, got two 1s for Solo and Ensemble, and I'm in the Florentine program. Might go for Seussical. Probably will.

Meh, I think the good sort of outweighs the bad.

I exist.

Moliere sucked in my life and spat it out again. I have been triple-scheduled at times. And that, my darlings, is why it took so long for me to update.

Senior year is... hectic, yet entertaining, yet maddening. I never thought I'd get senioritis, but look at me go ( Read more... )

It feels like someone hit me in the back of the head with the Brinkley.

I'm not sure why I'm doing this, but, whatever. Ignore it.
( Music list )

I watched parts five and six of Broadway: the American Musical, and cried when they played Jonathan Larson singing "One Song Glory ( Read more... )

I WANT TO KNOW NOW, DAMN IT.

How can anyone say politics are BORING? HOW?

Brief entry.

( I am so clever. )