Annoyance
I, along with the other Whos, could have murdered Mr D today, He calls us for 1, and then doesn't even start rehersal unitl 1:30, we have to try on our costumes, which look fine if you are every other who: small, cute and tiny, I am none of those, and the dress makes me look like a large-chested poof. It's like a human feather duster in yellow. Plus, my shirt doesn't even fit properly, they can't get it a size larger, and they're putting spandex/lycra panels in the sides so it fits properly. And then all the moms started talking about my bust line and "how lucky I was to be gifted at such a young age", and all that shit. Seriously, it is not a big deal and it really freaking sucks when your back hurts all the time because of the strain they put on your back. And the fact it's impossible to find well-fitting clothes/good looking clothes because everything is made for skinny, cup size B's. Put that embarrasement with freezing my butt off onstage for 2 1/2 hours, not being allowed to do homework, having allergies, and you get one very pissed off Who.
Now I go to stay up all night to do my French essay and then get up at 10 so I can be ready to take the PSAT at 12:45.
Oh, and the bone under my left eye hurts like someone slammed a combat boot into it (and yes, I have had that happen to me), and it looks like I somehow managed to give myself a partial black eye.
Now I go to stay up all night to do my French essay and then get up at 10 so I can be ready to take the PSAT at 12:45.
Oh, and the bone under my left eye hurts like someone slammed a combat boot into it (and yes, I have had that happen to me), and it looks like I somehow managed to give myself a partial black eye.