touch me where i'm rusty. let me stain your hands.
Today was a very long day. I wish that the knowledge of my trip to Wilmington was sudden. Knowing about it only makes me count down the hours and minutes until I get to go.
My parent's might not let me go on Friday cos My dad wants to check out my car. My mom is worried that random men will follow me in my car and attack me. ha. I just want to fucking go.. and I want to go right when I get out of school on Friday. If not, then I will prolly just go to sleep when I get home so I can wake up and go.
Play practice was ad naseum today. Kyle's little friend Nick came to watch and so Kyle didn't focus.. After every line, he *had* to make some sort of sarcastic comment about the line before. Then JP still doesn't know his lines the way he needs to and he doesn't do much acting. he stands there and spills out his lines and stares at the floor and I want to connect his limbs to a zapper and zap him whenever he needs to move.
It's not even 8 and I am ready for bed. I think I will start to type out the script I am writing for creative writing. The assignment is to write a script for a sitcom's first episode. The sitcom has to revolve around a character with a secret identity. I am doing mine about a conservative calm old art teacher who instructs at a prodigy institute of visual arts by day.. and who is a thugged out grafitti artist by night.
I figure if I start it now It will be fineshed before I go to Wilmington.
Also for creative writing, I have to put a song to a scene in a movie. I don't know what scene I am going to do.. I don't really have any good movies here.
Hopefully tomorrow will go by faster than today.
My parent's might not let me go on Friday cos My dad wants to check out my car. My mom is worried that random men will follow me in my car and attack me. ha. I just want to fucking go.. and I want to go right when I get out of school on Friday. If not, then I will prolly just go to sleep when I get home so I can wake up and go.
Play practice was ad naseum today. Kyle's little friend Nick came to watch and so Kyle didn't focus.. After every line, he *had* to make some sort of sarcastic comment about the line before. Then JP still doesn't know his lines the way he needs to and he doesn't do much acting. he stands there and spills out his lines and stares at the floor and I want to connect his limbs to a zapper and zap him whenever he needs to move.
It's not even 8 and I am ready for bed. I think I will start to type out the script I am writing for creative writing. The assignment is to write a script for a sitcom's first episode. The sitcom has to revolve around a character with a secret identity. I am doing mine about a conservative calm old art teacher who instructs at a prodigy institute of visual arts by day.. and who is a thugged out grafitti artist by night.
I figure if I start it now It will be fineshed before I go to Wilmington.
Also for creative writing, I have to put a song to a scene in a movie. I don't know what scene I am going to do.. I don't really have any good movies here.
Hopefully tomorrow will go by faster than today.