Grapes?
I seriously think I am going crazy these past couple weeks. Rehersals last week just made me so tired...and now that I don't have the constant drone of the internet to keep me buzzing at all hours (you will remember my last update when I mentioned that I'm attempting to endure a separation period at the moment) I'm realizing how little sleep I've been getting because of it, and because of school and rehersals and such. And that lack of sleep is just now starting to hit me. And the past few days have been just a complete blur.
Not to mention all of the drama that went down this weekend. Sigh. I think I would be going nuts if it weren't for PJ. (Yay roomie) It kills me so much how just when you think your life is coming together, and the drama is over, it comes at you again in full force. And when it rains, it frigging pours. This weekend, it poured like a mother.
In other news, tomorrow is Caesar Chavez day, and I really want to go out tonight, but I just tried to get out of my chair and I almost fell over...and my eyelids feel like they weigh a million pounds, and I think that once I rip myself away from this computer I am going to pass out.
So on that note, I think it is time for me to retire. But one more thing before I go. I'm in desperate need for financial aid next semester, so of course I'm applying for every single scholarship in the world. One of them is for $2,000 (yeah baby)...and the deal is that you have to write a "Gothic horror story" and submit it...and if they like it I guess you win the money. I'm trying to formulate some good "Gothic horror" ideas, but my brain is so dead right now. So I just need to know...what scares you? If you could give me your feedback, that would be fabulous. And who knows, perhaps I'll write a nice story involving your creepy suggestions, win the $2,000, graduate from this frigging school with a BA in theatre, remember you when I'm older and working and have money, and buy you a frigging pony. Hoo-ha.
Not to mention all of the drama that went down this weekend. Sigh. I think I would be going nuts if it weren't for PJ. (Yay roomie) It kills me so much how just when you think your life is coming together, and the drama is over, it comes at you again in full force. And when it rains, it frigging pours. This weekend, it poured like a mother.
In other news, tomorrow is Caesar Chavez day, and I really want to go out tonight, but I just tried to get out of my chair and I almost fell over...and my eyelids feel like they weigh a million pounds, and I think that once I rip myself away from this computer I am going to pass out.
So on that note, I think it is time for me to retire. But one more thing before I go. I'm in desperate need for financial aid next semester, so of course I'm applying for every single scholarship in the world. One of them is for $2,000 (yeah baby)...and the deal is that you have to write a "Gothic horror story" and submit it...and if they like it I guess you win the money. I'm trying to formulate some good "Gothic horror" ideas, but my brain is so dead right now. So I just need to know...what scares you? If you could give me your feedback, that would be fabulous. And who knows, perhaps I'll write a nice story involving your creepy suggestions, win the $2,000, graduate from this frigging school with a BA in theatre, remember you when I'm older and working and have money, and buy you a frigging pony. Hoo-ha.