Today for you, tomorrow for me, for sure
Today was another mudane day at musical theatre classes. We happen to have a show next week, and this gave our vocal teacher, Stephen, another opportunity to scream louder than usual at us. One person forgets their permission slip, and he flips out. Then in my private lesson he's all "How are you today Shai? Did you like the class?" What does he expect me to say? No I hated it? I can't say that, he'll kick my ass and then tell Buddy, who will kick me out of the Academy. Although, I will take whatever niceness I can get from Stephen.
I also saw Miss Erin today. She used to be my acting teacher, she was the nicest one I had ever had, and she still teaches at the Academy, it's just that I've moved up a level, so I'm not in her class anymore. I passed out four more invitations to my party.
My party. Yes, I am turning another year older, but am I telling how old? No. All I can state is that I am in middle school, note, last year of 8th grade? Check my last entry. Anyway, about two days ago, whilst I was at my school, I had to pass out invitations. My three best friends, Chuchie, Rachel, and Stephi were walking around with me, snobbishly passing out the invites, quite like a "My Super Sweet 16" episode. The nerve of these little 6th graders, hoeishly looking like little slutty "mean girls" wannabes, to come up to me and ask:
"How come WE weren't invited to your party SHANA?"
That was a huge mistake. For one, my name ISN'T Shana, and for two, I would'nt be caught dead with 6th graders at my party. I nearly swung those girls off their fake too-high heels. They quickly apologized for the mistake, hoping I'd still invite them. Although I still said no, and snobbishly at that.
Samantha. She had the colassal nerve to actually come up to me and say "how come I wasn't invited to your party? I consider you my friend" I was NEVER Sam's friend. She is one of those "laguna beach" type girls. Plus, my VIP's at the party, along with everyone else, doesn't like her. She bitchy and whiny and annoying. She will sit in the corner of my party and cry all night that she's "fat" Which she is, but who am I to tell her that? I don't want bitches at my party. She keeps bringing it up, expecting me to go "I'm sorry Sam, you can come" but I refuse to do that. I am not going to give in, she'll just have to deal with that statement.
Tommorrow I am going to see the Hope Academy's presentation of "Once On This Island" This isn't the one I'm in, but my best friend Chuchie is in it. Not to mention, two MORE crushes that I've obtained, Blake and Joe. I simply cannot wait until I see them, and chat with them during the cast party which I've been invited to. I just dont know WHAT I'll wear, but I must be dolled up in order to impress!
One small girl, in a tree
Torn from her mother
Crying in fright.
**Shai May**
I also saw Miss Erin today. She used to be my acting teacher, she was the nicest one I had ever had, and she still teaches at the Academy, it's just that I've moved up a level, so I'm not in her class anymore. I passed out four more invitations to my party.
My party. Yes, I am turning another year older, but am I telling how old? No. All I can state is that I am in middle school, note, last year of 8th grade? Check my last entry. Anyway, about two days ago, whilst I was at my school, I had to pass out invitations. My three best friends, Chuchie, Rachel, and Stephi were walking around with me, snobbishly passing out the invites, quite like a "My Super Sweet 16" episode. The nerve of these little 6th graders, hoeishly looking like little slutty "mean girls" wannabes, to come up to me and ask:
"How come WE weren't invited to your party SHANA?"
That was a huge mistake. For one, my name ISN'T Shana, and for two, I would'nt be caught dead with 6th graders at my party. I nearly swung those girls off their fake too-high heels. They quickly apologized for the mistake, hoping I'd still invite them. Although I still said no, and snobbishly at that.
Samantha. She had the colassal nerve to actually come up to me and say "how come I wasn't invited to your party? I consider you my friend" I was NEVER Sam's friend. She is one of those "laguna beach" type girls. Plus, my VIP's at the party, along with everyone else, doesn't like her. She bitchy and whiny and annoying. She will sit in the corner of my party and cry all night that she's "fat" Which she is, but who am I to tell her that? I don't want bitches at my party. She keeps bringing it up, expecting me to go "I'm sorry Sam, you can come" but I refuse to do that. I am not going to give in, she'll just have to deal with that statement.
Tommorrow I am going to see the Hope Academy's presentation of "Once On This Island" This isn't the one I'm in, but my best friend Chuchie is in it. Not to mention, two MORE crushes that I've obtained, Blake and Joe. I simply cannot wait until I see them, and chat with them during the cast party which I've been invited to. I just dont know WHAT I'll wear, but I must be dolled up in order to impress!
One small girl, in a tree
Torn from her mother
Crying in fright.
**Shai May**