late, late, late.
Manchester England, England.
Sitting in my room, on my mac, listening to hair with my window and blinds opened while on the second floor of my appartment building wearing frilly underwear and shamelessly sporting my choir tee while doing my econ fina project due tomorrow all while hyped up on a grande caramel machiato with three shots of Espresso feels great. And I usually do a livejournal post when I stay up super late doing homework so this feels great... especially since this will be my last semi all nighter of high school.
I'm listening to hair, the musical. The song, "Manchester" reminds me fondly of both hannah Lewis and Chloe. Which makes sense because they remind me of each other. I've been thinking about Hannah a lot lately and misisng her all the more because I will barely see her ass over summer. I really do miss her - damnit, who am i supposed to sunbathe with at 7 am and eat fruit plates next to? Seriously, who will spend the night wiht me in a van and piss behind cowboy monkey and be one of my bestest friends in the whole world without me ever having to say, "gee, i love you and appreciate you so much, you're sooo amazing, let's buy friendship bracelets!" She's one of the only people I can act really pretentious around and not give a shit. And damnit, that's important!
I would be wholly basking in this all nighter if it wasn't for the fact that i'm auditioning my grad speech tomorrow in the morning. I think it's an important message and I worked on it dutifully. I would really like the opportunity to do it, but I will survive if I don't get choses. I will be happy for Ayesha if she gets it, but not if some preppy, lexus driving Yuppy named something like Anna Christina is chosen.
Saturday night Myrna, Natasha, cage fighter, some other bitches and i will be camping out on the beach, and I am very excited. Hopefully somewhere in malibu so we don't die of beach ghonnorhea from Santa Monica. That would depserately piss me off.
I'm nervous about UPD auditions, as always. I sent my tape in and had Ever and Myrna do a scene with me. They are both insanely talented individuals.
Babysat tonight for a rich kid in Saugus. A boy. California breeds weird little gremlins. As i was playing some dumb game with the child named Hunter, i was wondering whether Pedofilia is genetic. I was also thinking about how interesting it would be to be able to tap into any mindset and be able to record exactly how it feels, for example, to be a pedofile or a serial killer or any other atypical outcast whose "complex" is objectively recorded but rarely written about scientifically from the view of the "afflicted".
NOHO arts festival this weekend. Everyone should go;
Pippin continues to be a fatastical musical.
Jeanie wants me to meet her son; I should probably tell her that I am a temporary lesbian. I'm really crazy about Natasha. I've grown to like her more throughout our relationship, which is really rare for me with any type of friendship. We had our first bit of serious turbulance a couple of days ago, but that's life. She is a really, really special person to me and I will sincerely miss being around her this summer. And I'll drown my sorrows in liquor! Just kidding, can't do that, my liver will explode. Maybe I'll just take up heroine. Or cooking. Or religion... just kidding, that's gross!
It's late, imma write to my spirit guide now.
Sitting in my room, on my mac, listening to hair with my window and blinds opened while on the second floor of my appartment building wearing frilly underwear and shamelessly sporting my choir tee while doing my econ fina project due tomorrow all while hyped up on a grande caramel machiato with three shots of Espresso feels great. And I usually do a livejournal post when I stay up super late doing homework so this feels great... especially since this will be my last semi all nighter of high school.
I'm listening to hair, the musical. The song, "Manchester" reminds me fondly of both hannah Lewis and Chloe. Which makes sense because they remind me of each other. I've been thinking about Hannah a lot lately and misisng her all the more because I will barely see her ass over summer. I really do miss her - damnit, who am i supposed to sunbathe with at 7 am and eat fruit plates next to? Seriously, who will spend the night wiht me in a van and piss behind cowboy monkey and be one of my bestest friends in the whole world without me ever having to say, "gee, i love you and appreciate you so much, you're sooo amazing, let's buy friendship bracelets!" She's one of the only people I can act really pretentious around and not give a shit. And damnit, that's important!
I would be wholly basking in this all nighter if it wasn't for the fact that i'm auditioning my grad speech tomorrow in the morning. I think it's an important message and I worked on it dutifully. I would really like the opportunity to do it, but I will survive if I don't get choses. I will be happy for Ayesha if she gets it, but not if some preppy, lexus driving Yuppy named something like Anna Christina is chosen.
Saturday night Myrna, Natasha, cage fighter, some other bitches and i will be camping out on the beach, and I am very excited. Hopefully somewhere in malibu so we don't die of beach ghonnorhea from Santa Monica. That would depserately piss me off.
I'm nervous about UPD auditions, as always. I sent my tape in and had Ever and Myrna do a scene with me. They are both insanely talented individuals.
Babysat tonight for a rich kid in Saugus. A boy. California breeds weird little gremlins. As i was playing some dumb game with the child named Hunter, i was wondering whether Pedofilia is genetic. I was also thinking about how interesting it would be to be able to tap into any mindset and be able to record exactly how it feels, for example, to be a pedofile or a serial killer or any other atypical outcast whose "complex" is objectively recorded but rarely written about scientifically from the view of the "afflicted".
NOHO arts festival this weekend. Everyone should go;
Pippin continues to be a fatastical musical.
Jeanie wants me to meet her son; I should probably tell her that I am a temporary lesbian. I'm really crazy about Natasha. I've grown to like her more throughout our relationship, which is really rare for me with any type of friendship. We had our first bit of serious turbulance a couple of days ago, but that's life. She is a really, really special person to me and I will sincerely miss being around her this summer. And I'll drown my sorrows in liquor! Just kidding, can't do that, my liver will explode. Maybe I'll just take up heroine. Or cooking. Or religion... just kidding, that's gross!
It's late, imma write to my spirit guide now.