some weeks you just have to fake it. Its the weeks where you sing alot because its habit, and not because you love it, and because of that, you don't sing very well. its the weeks where you find yourself without anything insightful or clever to say, and strangers seem a little more intemidating. Its the weeks where you feel utterly uninspiring, and when everything is the same. Thats this week.
Its like drama, which is progressively more annoying. You see, i tried out for the play for two reasons: one, because Ms. Myers, the teacher, told me i should even though I have no acting skillz at all, and two, because Max Fischer convinced me that I love theatre. The important thing is that I tried out. Now, Logan and J.Shortt come along. They need a fine arts credit to graduate, and the art and choir teachers already look way way way down on them, so the only finearts they have yet to get a bad reputation in was drama. So midsemester, way way past audition, they just sign up for the class...and end up with roles larger than mine.
thats darn frustrating.
I went to that field behind randals to blow off steam. It'd be alot better if there weren't houses and a highway RIGHT there, but if you imagine hard enough, they go away. So I went and laid in the field and got blinded by the moon, and then pretended it did me alot of good and i ran home like a maniac. which was fun, i admitt. so i can have fun this week. I do love that field though. I admitt, I was trying to be Rouseau, and failing miserably. I was hoping there were some like, savage natives I could be friendly with in the "woods" behind randals. imagine my surprise when I found none.
uuuuggggghhhh i want february
o yeah, i updated Deviant art:
http://scribblesforeward.deviantart.com/ a few new pics there. ennnjoy