It wears me out...
She moves like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love.
So Anne totaly screamed at me today in class, in front of all the other seniors, because my idea for the new scene isn't completely boring and uninteresting like she has now ordered me to direct it as. What am I supposed to think when my fucking THEATRE PROFESSOR stifles my creativity and tells me that my breakthrough (which it fucking was when I came up with this shit) is all for naught. GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKERY!!!
I lovem y cat, though. She is so lovely. She has finally started snuggling with me and whatnot. I love my cat.
And I LOVE pizza. I'm going to eat a whole bunch tommorow.
I think I broke my finger.
I'm at my radio show right now.
At auditions today, I told a story about a trip in England that went awry. IT was totaly SF...and I think I made somebody cry a little bit. It was really weird. I can't wait to go back tommorow and do a better story...
Although it's kind of funny that that particular story is the first one that came to mind when my little assignment note said "Tell a story about something you were really excited about that didn't go the way you planned it to."
Interesting how the game gets played this late on...
I shall have to play harder.
God, grant me the strength to kill everybody.
Becuase a lot of people need killing, apparently.
I miss my mouth mouth.
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love.
So Anne totaly screamed at me today in class, in front of all the other seniors, because my idea for the new scene isn't completely boring and uninteresting like she has now ordered me to direct it as. What am I supposed to think when my fucking THEATRE PROFESSOR stifles my creativity and tells me that my breakthrough (which it fucking was when I came up with this shit) is all for naught. GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKERY!!!
I lovem y cat, though. She is so lovely. She has finally started snuggling with me and whatnot. I love my cat.
And I LOVE pizza. I'm going to eat a whole bunch tommorow.
I think I broke my finger.
I'm at my radio show right now.
At auditions today, I told a story about a trip in England that went awry. IT was totaly SF...and I think I made somebody cry a little bit. It was really weird. I can't wait to go back tommorow and do a better story...
Although it's kind of funny that that particular story is the first one that came to mind when my little assignment note said "Tell a story about something you were really excited about that didn't go the way you planned it to."
Interesting how the game gets played this late on...
I shall have to play harder.
God, grant me the strength to kill everybody.
Becuase a lot of people need killing, apparently.
I miss my mouth mouth.