not in the mood.
One of my unusual rants.
GAAAH. This day has just been one of the most confusing and harshest times of my life/summer. And now, I question myself for being so dramatic. There's a certain feeling that one gets when you feel that you've done nothing but commit mistakes over and over and over again. Technically, I don't want to feel this way. I've been drowning my sorrows in chocolates, munchkins and a bag of Clover Chips. All in all, my condition has deteriorated. -_-'
I feel as though I'm going to lose my voice, crack in the middle of the show and do something extremely stupid. Believe me, I've seen tempers (especially my teachers get a wee bit too stretched to the point where I just wanna get it over with). *shivers* It's nearing the last days of Repertory... yahh. stuff it. Who am I kidding?! We only have 1 official day left for proper rehearsal and then poof! It's showtime.
I'm not ready yet. Someone save me.
I'm just scared. :(
I've croseed my fingers, dreamt of four-leaf clovers and imagined a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Now where's my unicorn? -- That made no sense whatsoever. Blahrgy.
GAAAH. This day has just been one of the most confusing and harshest times of my life/summer. And now, I question myself for being so dramatic. There's a certain feeling that one gets when you feel that you've done nothing but commit mistakes over and over and over again. Technically, I don't want to feel this way. I've been drowning my sorrows in chocolates, munchkins and a bag of Clover Chips. All in all, my condition has deteriorated. -_-'
I feel as though I'm going to lose my voice, crack in the middle of the show and do something extremely stupid. Believe me, I've seen tempers (especially my teachers get a wee bit too stretched to the point where I just wanna get it over with). *shivers* It's nearing the last days of Repertory... yahh. stuff it. Who am I kidding?! We only have 1 official day left for proper rehearsal and then poof! It's showtime.
I'm not ready yet. Someone save me.
I'm just scared. :(
I've croseed my fingers, dreamt of four-leaf clovers and imagined a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Now where's my unicorn? -- That made no sense whatsoever. Blahrgy.