this whole town can sink right into the bay!
had another fight with kayla today, but what else is new? they're starting to sting less, and i'm not quite sure if it's just because i'm not as hurt, or if it's just routine.
alright. what's happening?
carmin will be coming to see me dance tomorrow night, in an insanely sluttish flapper costume. in this dance, my moves basically consist of kicking up my heels, looking cute, and flashing the audience more times in one song than strippers do in one week.
and that's a lot of flashing.
bonus.
many good things came out of my routine angst today. for one? the prologue of little england! fina-fucking-lly. it's taking me forever, but i swear that this story will right itself.
i also watched newsies again, for the first time in four or five months, and my heart was filled with so much joy, it was nearly uncontainable. i felt i would burst into tears of hopeless mirth after hearing the opening chords. such memories, my friends, such memories.
and tomorrow won't be as bad as my subconscious keeps telling me it will be. to pacify myself, i will drink much neo-citron and pretend that i'm tim burton, because everyone loves tim burton.
today, in math class, i gave up on my test early, hoped for a passing mark, and began trying to freewrite. i found it's not quite as profound and romantic as people make it out to be. but that's because i can't do it properly, and it makes me bitter.
i have no intresting conclusion. i've stopped writing for the benefit of the readers. FUCK YOU. RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE.
alright. what's happening?
carmin will be coming to see me dance tomorrow night, in an insanely sluttish flapper costume. in this dance, my moves basically consist of kicking up my heels, looking cute, and flashing the audience more times in one song than strippers do in one week.
and that's a lot of flashing.
bonus.
many good things came out of my routine angst today. for one? the prologue of little england! fina-fucking-lly. it's taking me forever, but i swear that this story will right itself.
i also watched newsies again, for the first time in four or five months, and my heart was filled with so much joy, it was nearly uncontainable. i felt i would burst into tears of hopeless mirth after hearing the opening chords. such memories, my friends, such memories.
and tomorrow won't be as bad as my subconscious keeps telling me it will be. to pacify myself, i will drink much neo-citron and pretend that i'm tim burton, because everyone loves tim burton.
today, in math class, i gave up on my test early, hoped for a passing mark, and began trying to freewrite. i found it's not quite as profound and romantic as people make it out to be. but that's because i can't do it properly, and it makes me bitter.
i have no intresting conclusion. i've stopped writing for the benefit of the readers. FUCK YOU. RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE.