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Want to hear what I did on this exciting Friday night?
I took a six hour nap.
Yeah, that's it. I've had the most awful, erratic sleeping schedule this week. It's pretty bad. I think I've been wide awake at 2 am on every night.
More people recognized my birthday this year than ever before. It was cool. It helped that I annoucned that it was my birthday on the morning announcements. Haha. I appreciated how so many people pretended to care about me, even if it was just for one day. And I find it ironic how the one person who's ever bothered to decorate my locker in all four years of high school is someone who probably thought I was a crazy, jealous bitch up until about a month ago. Strange.
Play production continues to depress me. All I have to say is that if Ms. Clapp wasn't a douchebag, then I may have been given the role of Ruth today, which I wanted more than anything. It's a long story. I'm sick of the play already. I can't even bear to watch most of it. I can't wait for drama festival to be over so we can do student-directed plays and I can pick really cool people to be in my group who always get shafted and I can be like, "Look at these talented people who have been getting screwed over! Fuck you!" Well, I don't know if I'll be picked to be a director but I would really like to do it. Because so far, my experience in play production hasn't exactly been worthwile or memorable.
You know, I used to think that Ms. Clapp liked me as a person and thought I was responsible and talented. Now I realize that she just wants me to do her dirty work. Like staying up half the night so I can type up the stupid drama festival script. She does the same thing to Kerri, I think.
Tomorrow is going to be a really long day. I have rehearsal from 8-12, then dance from 2-5. Tomorrow night, I absolutely have to get out of this house. My mom is having a big hippie-ish meeting/get-together type deal, and I need to get away from all the love and incense-burning. I wanted to do something for my birthday since I really didn't do anything on Wednesday. But it seems like everyone's already busy, and no one has the time for me. Whatever.
In case you hadn't noticed, I've slipped back into my pseudo-depressed, self-pitying mode. I was in a fairly good mood for the first half of the week, but apparently that was too much work to keep up. Or can we just blame it on the hormones? --->.
I took a six hour nap.
Yeah, that's it. I've had the most awful, erratic sleeping schedule this week. It's pretty bad. I think I've been wide awake at 2 am on every night.
More people recognized my birthday this year than ever before. It was cool. It helped that I annoucned that it was my birthday on the morning announcements. Haha. I appreciated how so many people pretended to care about me, even if it was just for one day. And I find it ironic how the one person who's ever bothered to decorate my locker in all four years of high school is someone who probably thought I was a crazy, jealous bitch up until about a month ago. Strange.
Play production continues to depress me. All I have to say is that if Ms. Clapp wasn't a douchebag, then I may have been given the role of Ruth today, which I wanted more than anything. It's a long story. I'm sick of the play already. I can't even bear to watch most of it. I can't wait for drama festival to be over so we can do student-directed plays and I can pick really cool people to be in my group who always get shafted and I can be like, "Look at these talented people who have been getting screwed over! Fuck you!" Well, I don't know if I'll be picked to be a director but I would really like to do it. Because so far, my experience in play production hasn't exactly been worthwile or memorable.
You know, I used to think that Ms. Clapp liked me as a person and thought I was responsible and talented. Now I realize that she just wants me to do her dirty work. Like staying up half the night so I can type up the stupid drama festival script. She does the same thing to Kerri, I think.
Tomorrow is going to be a really long day. I have rehearsal from 8-12, then dance from 2-5. Tomorrow night, I absolutely have to get out of this house. My mom is having a big hippie-ish meeting/get-together type deal, and I need to get away from all the love and incense-burning. I wanted to do something for my birthday since I really didn't do anything on Wednesday. But it seems like everyone's already busy, and no one has the time for me. Whatever.
In case you hadn't noticed, I've slipped back into my pseudo-depressed, self-pitying mode. I was in a fairly good mood for the first half of the week, but apparently that was too much work to keep up. Or can we just blame it on the hormones? --->.