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Dance tonight. Mother wants me to sign up to get my picture professionally taken at the studio.
I swear to God, when I heard that I nearly threw up. I hate getting my picture taken so much. I have a deadly fear of being on any side of a camera except behind it. It makes me sick.
The same, really, goes for being onstage or being noticable I guess. Last year, when we had to read speechs in the English, I spent the whole class with my head on my desk trying not to throw up. The teacher told me I didn't have to read it in the end, though, so I didn't. In the stupid drama class I have for school (why did I take arts rotation?) I spend the whole class dreading being asked to do something onstage.
Actually, that happens in all of my classes really. In dance, too. I want to dissapear through the whole thing. Why did I take dance? Why did I let my parents convince me to take dance?
Can I be homeschooled?
Next week is the show, I think. Gods, I'm going to pass out on the stage or something. I know I will. It doesn't matter how much I practice. I'm going to die.
Tomorrow is Thursday. More things to dread. Drama, lab day. Lab day. I hate lab day. I spend all day up to eighth mod trying to dissapear.
...What the hell is wrong with me?
Yeah, anyway. Finally got to draw some things yesterday and today. I finally got to RP with some people. Posted on some message boards. Played DDR yesterday, too. Now, all I need is another hour in my day to play Devil May Cry...
I swear to God, when I heard that I nearly threw up. I hate getting my picture taken so much. I have a deadly fear of being on any side of a camera except behind it. It makes me sick.
The same, really, goes for being onstage or being noticable I guess. Last year, when we had to read speechs in the English, I spent the whole class with my head on my desk trying not to throw up. The teacher told me I didn't have to read it in the end, though, so I didn't. In the stupid drama class I have for school (why did I take arts rotation?) I spend the whole class dreading being asked to do something onstage.
Actually, that happens in all of my classes really. In dance, too. I want to dissapear through the whole thing. Why did I take dance? Why did I let my parents convince me to take dance?
Can I be homeschooled?
Next week is the show, I think. Gods, I'm going to pass out on the stage or something. I know I will. It doesn't matter how much I practice. I'm going to die.
Tomorrow is Thursday. More things to dread. Drama, lab day. Lab day. I hate lab day. I spend all day up to eighth mod trying to dissapear.
...What the hell is wrong with me?
Yeah, anyway. Finally got to draw some things yesterday and today. I finally got to RP with some people. Posted on some message boards. Played DDR yesterday, too. Now, all I need is another hour in my day to play Devil May Cry...