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I had my orals at 11 this morning, so of course i show up at like 10:15, David Bradburry is doing push-ups (wtf) and running around the lobby of SPC "burning of steam".
anyway.
The oral went pretty well, I got Act II, scene I of Othello which I knew exactly; I got nervous, whatever. It was still fine.
Then I went to school and Annie ditched sixth period and we got sushi at the place in Baywalk, talked, whatever.
Of course I end up at school again even though I hadn't planned on going at all, waited for Michelle to finish stage directing, came home and we wrote songs and played on my old keyboard.
Somehow we end up getting Patrick and hanging out with him and Dan at Clearwater beach. I love Dan. I love Dan and lifegaurd stands with kids playing tag and screaming. enough said.
The end, the end, that was my day/night. Enthralling though it was I am still coming home to the same feelings and the same unsatisfied tired that seems so familiar.
And because all of my entries seem to say the same thing, I wish I had someone to fall asleep with and didn't have to go to bed thinking about being lonely and listening to P:Ano like I always do.
It feels so much like summer and summer keeps struggling to appear.
I feel so able to do anything with myself right now but at the same time can't pick myself up.
I still keep waiting for my prince charming, sarah-you-should-be-my-girlfriend-you-are-amazing, apocolypse, or the like.
I still know it probably won't happen.
It won't happen.
anyway.
The oral went pretty well, I got Act II, scene I of Othello which I knew exactly; I got nervous, whatever. It was still fine.
Then I went to school and Annie ditched sixth period and we got sushi at the place in Baywalk, talked, whatever.
Of course I end up at school again even though I hadn't planned on going at all, waited for Michelle to finish stage directing, came home and we wrote songs and played on my old keyboard.
Somehow we end up getting Patrick and hanging out with him and Dan at Clearwater beach. I love Dan. I love Dan and lifegaurd stands with kids playing tag and screaming. enough said.
The end, the end, that was my day/night. Enthralling though it was I am still coming home to the same feelings and the same unsatisfied tired that seems so familiar.
And because all of my entries seem to say the same thing, I wish I had someone to fall asleep with and didn't have to go to bed thinking about being lonely and listening to P:Ano like I always do.
It feels so much like summer and summer keeps struggling to appear.
I feel so able to do anything with myself right now but at the same time can't pick myself up.
I still keep waiting for my prince charming, sarah-you-should-be-my-girlfriend-you-are-amazing, apocolypse, or the like.
I still know it probably won't happen.
It won't happen.