Ok, I'm back? For a couple days?

Submitted my entry for Sewanee. I'll find out in a couple weeks, I guess. Or something. And McLeod will, too. Ugh, he's annoying me right now. Pick a mood already, and stop messing with your friends. Half the time he's great to be around, but the other half he really just deserves to be smacked.

Mixed signals again. ( Read more... )

Things I want to do, or change, or something. I like lists.

1. Clean off my desk. Lots of mess. True, I don't really like using desks, but it makes me feel better when it's cleared off, even though I know it'll be messy within two weeks. Plus it helps me find things.
2. Go to sleep earlier. It's just better for me if I do that. It used to be that I could ( Read more... )

Hmm...I have the best friends. Murder mystery party last night. Quite fun. Matt was the murderer, although McLeod killed Erin for being annoying. Was yelled at by Forest, a feat which was ruined when the two of us started cracking up and couldn't stay in character. I scared Crissa and Kat because apparently I always came out of the shadows. I'd be ( Read more... )

Home sick. No more sick than I was yesterday, but felt like staying home today. No school Thursday or Friday. I like five day weekends. Especially when I didn't go to school Monday, either ( Read more... )

So sick. So incredibly sick. But happy.

The play went well. Friends and family came, and we all did really well. Friday I woke up and couldn't speak or cough (every time I coughed I started gagging). I should've stayed home for half the day, but I didn't. Instead, I slept during three periods, sat in the hall listening to music during two others, ( Read more... )

Two candy-grams, two carnations, chocolate, and a CD (because I ask for CDs instead of flowers from my parents on opening night). The play went well. Taylor and I pulled off chemistry, and hopefully managed to convince people we get along. Thomas is Cupid, and I love him as well as the Teen Angel. I hit my notes, caught my cues, and managed to not ( Read more... )

Opening night tomorrow. Scared. Nervous. Excited. Sick. Happy. Rushed with adrenaline, but I'll crash in twenty minutes and will fall asleep in at least three classes tomorrow (like I did today ( Read more... )

I love dancing. I love dancing with people, by myself, to any music. Fast songs, slow songs, techno, musicals, the kind where all you can do to it is the Hand Jive. I like the quick movements, the close touches, the spins and twirls (even if dangerous in short dresses), the singing when we're too hot and know the song so well. In a group of people ( Read more... )

Practice today. Lots of singing and more dancing (mainly with an iPod of glory and my dear Bisset, though still a good deal with Taylor). Then dinner with Micky, Kat, and McLeod. McLeod didn't have much money for dinner and refused to eat (because girls can't pay for guys according to him, which is sweet, but he was being very annoying about it) ( Read more... )

I wasn't feeling well (emotionally and physically) during A today, so I sat in the hall, closed my eyes, and listened to a mix of Jump, Little Children and Brown Derbies. He was at a desk halfway down the hall doing homework, and when I opened my eyes He was sitting right by my legs, watching me. He said I was looking sad, and asked if anything was ( Read more... )