Senioritis, Senioritis, Senioritis
You would think there was a full moon out tonight.
People at Wal-Mart were crazier than usual (and that's pretty scary), it was packed, and then I went to park my car in the parking garage and it was filled up to the top. The library is PACKED. I mean, I couldn't even get a computer-with-a-scanner packed. Is the APOCALYPSE coming? What is going ON? Seems like everyone and their mother is out to do a research paper (actually, that's pretty accurate, since the girl sitting next to me just talked to her mom for about fifteen minutes for help on her paper). MY homework consists of sitting in front of a mirror in a practice room all night and working on my one-woman show, which needs major work if I ever want to perform it and not feel completely ashamed about my acting and writing capabilities. I came to quickly scan and save some photos, but that's not going to happen. The girl using the computer with the scanner looks like she could pick me up and snap me like a twig (looking at her harrowed, frustrated expression, I wouldn't put it past her, either).
So, nothing big happening, since I wasn't called back for any of the shows (well, I was called back for the film project, but never got an interview because they ran out of time), so I guess I'm just going to haul my loserly senior ass over to the Music Building and emerse myself in this show. If I wasn't ready to leave this place already, I am DEFINITELY now.
People at Wal-Mart were crazier than usual (and that's pretty scary), it was packed, and then I went to park my car in the parking garage and it was filled up to the top. The library is PACKED. I mean, I couldn't even get a computer-with-a-scanner packed. Is the APOCALYPSE coming? What is going ON? Seems like everyone and their mother is out to do a research paper (actually, that's pretty accurate, since the girl sitting next to me just talked to her mom for about fifteen minutes for help on her paper). MY homework consists of sitting in front of a mirror in a practice room all night and working on my one-woman show, which needs major work if I ever want to perform it and not feel completely ashamed about my acting and writing capabilities. I came to quickly scan and save some photos, but that's not going to happen. The girl using the computer with the scanner looks like she could pick me up and snap me like a twig (looking at her harrowed, frustrated expression, I wouldn't put it past her, either).
So, nothing big happening, since I wasn't called back for any of the shows (well, I was called back for the film project, but never got an interview because they ran out of time), so I guess I'm just going to haul my loserly senior ass over to the Music Building and emerse myself in this show. If I wasn't ready to leave this place already, I am DEFINITELY now.