this day stunk.
I'll start with a dream. I dozed off after coming home from play practice today.
I'm at some kind of big theatre camp somewhere in the woods. ther are lots of people going around being busy with filming scenes, practicing plays, you know the whole drama thing. anyway, there are (arrg, you guys don't know what cricks are...) short ravines in different places, and there's a central walkway kind of thing that dips down in a \_/ shape and has cement bottom and sides, and is deep to the point that my head and shoulders still stick out. anyway the biggest part of the dream is that I am trying to get somewhere and brandon keeps accidentally/intentionally pushing me off ravine edges and making me fall into the cement walkway and stuff, until I'm really beat up and crying and screaming. I'm trying now to find someone who will help me, because I'm hurt and scared and lonely and no one will even pay attention to me.
so many people around, and no one to love me...
this weekend was bad and today was even worse.
what I want to say to mr. zipser: "I'm sorry, but I can't reply because I would be suspended for the words coming unbidden to my lips." the blood of over 30 MILLION dead babies drenches the trash bins of this nation, and he says we have the right to life. will he answer for their stolen lives? every woman in America has the right to torture and slaughter. tell me how anyone has the right to life.
more later, must finish homework and away to bed.
I'm at some kind of big theatre camp somewhere in the woods. ther are lots of people going around being busy with filming scenes, practicing plays, you know the whole drama thing. anyway, there are (arrg, you guys don't know what cricks are...) short ravines in different places, and there's a central walkway kind of thing that dips down in a \_/ shape and has cement bottom and sides, and is deep to the point that my head and shoulders still stick out. anyway the biggest part of the dream is that I am trying to get somewhere and brandon keeps accidentally/intentionally pushing me off ravine edges and making me fall into the cement walkway and stuff, until I'm really beat up and crying and screaming. I'm trying now to find someone who will help me, because I'm hurt and scared and lonely and no one will even pay attention to me.
so many people around, and no one to love me...
this weekend was bad and today was even worse.
what I want to say to mr. zipser: "I'm sorry, but I can't reply because I would be suspended for the words coming unbidden to my lips." the blood of over 30 MILLION dead babies drenches the trash bins of this nation, and he says we have the right to life. will he answer for their stolen lives? every woman in America has the right to torture and slaughter. tell me how anyone has the right to life.
more later, must finish homework and away to bed.