Hum bum bum bum.
So, I had a minor panic attack right when I first got back into Davison last night - stuttering like an epileptic in an earthquake, short of breath, and unable to properly hold anything - and I sat down with my laptop to type something which might alleviate some of the stress.
I wrote a monologue which was just supposed to be a character making a decision (as is the point of them all, most about) but it turned into me yelling at my father for being a douchebag. Surprise!
So, I decided that maybe I COULD write a play about my life. So, I am.
It starts at the beginning of Eastern and will end with this semester of Northern. I haven't decided the final moments, yet, but I'm vascillating between several scenarios.
Anyway. Time to drop my sister off at school.
I wrote a monologue which was just supposed to be a character making a decision (as is the point of them all, most about) but it turned into me yelling at my father for being a douchebag. Surprise!
So, I decided that maybe I COULD write a play about my life. So, I am.
It starts at the beginning of Eastern and will end with this semester of Northern. I haven't decided the final moments, yet, but I'm vascillating between several scenarios.
Anyway. Time to drop my sister off at school.