*le sigh*
In my computer, I have a Tosh icon that says *le sigh* and I think I need to get it. Not really, but it would be fitting. Instead, I'll use some Ellis Graveworthy poetry.
Today...not something I'm really going to elaborate on. I had some major issues. Basically, not all epiphanies are good. When you suddenly realise you are doing nothing meaningful, that you are wasting your time and energy on pointlessness... That's the kind of epiphany that isn't good. It's bad. It's they-sent-me-to-guidance bad. I feel better. Not all better, but better. I don't feel so alone. But I do still want to grow up already. I used to have a Peter Pan complex, but now... There is so much I want to do, and I can't until I am in charge of my life, completely. I am "an adult stuck in a teenager's life." And it sucks.
The only thing I can say about Brundibar today is OMFG WHY DOES THIS SCHOOL NOT CRACK DOWN ON DRESS CODE. (And why does LJ auto-enter a line that is all caps?) I realise that doesn't sound like a Brundibar thing, but it is. Oh, it is. My least favourite person in the world is in my cast, and...I'm not going to elaborate on him and why I don't like him -- except the fact he wants to stab me to death with a knife, it isn't that important. But today, his jeans were not school appropriate (or ANYWHERE appropriate. Because, my dear people, the denim was ripped in an awkward place. Like...all the way down the zipper to his knee. Imagine, if you will, that someone is wearing a jacket that isn't zippered or buttoned, and whenever they move, the jacket swishes and reveals the outfit underneath. Yes, the entire cast and others of Brundibar was forced to get flashes of this guy's inner thigh and underclothed crotch. Do NOT need that, not today, not ever. And no one ever said anything, not even me, because a) not our job and b) no one wants him to crush their skulls and eat their souls. Nuff said, am I right?