Saturday
This week on the girl upstairs' cd playlist: Fiona Apple When the Pawn. She plays "Love Ridden" and "Paper Bag" like they're goin' outta style.
But, no complaints here. I fucking love that album, and she plays it loud enough for me to hear.
Things I Miss:
hanging out with groups of guys
crushes...I basically have none, for about the first time ever
having my laundry done for me
GOOD FOOD
my dogs
privacy
my own clean bathroom
shopping
MY CAR/driving
my back deck
TELEVISION at my disposal
living rooms
being too busy to be lonely
going to movies/Tia's/Zio's/Queenie's/Woodland Hills Mall etc. with friends
Kasey's house/Jeff's house/Abby's house/Deepak's house
Holland Hall: Mr. Sweetman/Mrs. Irvine/Dyers/Mr. Sweeney/Mr. Shen, the art room, chorus, show choir, ISAS, morning meeting, plays
and next to missing my family and friends more than I can stand, I miss performing. I haven't gone this long without being on a stage in years. As stupid as that sounds, everyone knows I love it with a passion so why hide it anymore? I love the stage. I love the spotlight. I love performing. If I'm not on the WAC stage doing something or other, I'm performing at church singing, or I'm performing in my own house for guests and friends of my parents, or hell, my own family from our balcony. I haven't gone this long without serenading someone with a lousy rendition of the entire Sound of Music or Sister Act 2 soundtrack in well, almost my entire life. I haven't had an audience since I've been here and I miss it. The attention-whore admits all, and it's just true. I relish in doing warm-ups in front of the rest of my vocal workshop class because it's the only audience I have in the world up here. That's how fucking pathetic I am. Laugh at me, be disgusted in my willingness to honestly tell you I am a huge, huge, huge attention-whore and I miss performing so badly it hurts.
Oh yeah, I've only done laundry once so far. It's beyond necessary, so I guess I will go do that now. At this rate, by Christmas I will have really only done laundry 3, maybe 4 times. Lacy=sick fuck.
But, no complaints here. I fucking love that album, and she plays it loud enough for me to hear.
Things I Miss:
hanging out with groups of guys
crushes...I basically have none, for about the first time ever
having my laundry done for me
GOOD FOOD
my dogs
privacy
my own clean bathroom
shopping
MY CAR/driving
my back deck
TELEVISION at my disposal
living rooms
being too busy to be lonely
going to movies/Tia's/Zio's/Queenie's/Woodland Hills Mall etc. with friends
Kasey's house/Jeff's house/Abby's house/Deepak's house
Holland Hall: Mr. Sweetman/Mrs. Irvine/Dyers/Mr. Sweeney/Mr. Shen, the art room, chorus, show choir, ISAS, morning meeting, plays
and next to missing my family and friends more than I can stand, I miss performing. I haven't gone this long without being on a stage in years. As stupid as that sounds, everyone knows I love it with a passion so why hide it anymore? I love the stage. I love the spotlight. I love performing. If I'm not on the WAC stage doing something or other, I'm performing at church singing, or I'm performing in my own house for guests and friends of my parents, or hell, my own family from our balcony. I haven't gone this long without serenading someone with a lousy rendition of the entire Sound of Music or Sister Act 2 soundtrack in well, almost my entire life. I haven't had an audience since I've been here and I miss it. The attention-whore admits all, and it's just true. I relish in doing warm-ups in front of the rest of my vocal workshop class because it's the only audience I have in the world up here. That's how fucking pathetic I am. Laugh at me, be disgusted in my willingness to honestly tell you I am a huge, huge, huge attention-whore and I miss performing so badly it hurts.
Oh yeah, I've only done laundry once so far. It's beyond necessary, so I guess I will go do that now. At this rate, by Christmas I will have really only done laundry 3, maybe 4 times. Lacy=sick fuck.