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I want to go to church. I think Godspell can do that to you.
Tay is hilarious with his shoulder showing cuz his shirt hangs down funny. Oh Jesus, you kid, you really kid.
The play is pretty draining. So is work. Paint. Scrape. Paint some more. Clean. The vacuum for the paint chips sucks. Funny, though, I vaccumed my small pile of paint chips in the corner, and the flew out of the other end onto the whole room (carpet and all). An extra 30 minutes of cleaning.
I don't know what I'll do after this week., I won't have a reason to go into The Kirby anymore, other than just to be in there. I miss it. I was sitting on stage looking up into the balcony and I could see through the ceiling and see Kyle. On the roof. With a gun. Needless to say the show must go on and I easily bit back the tears. I just want to cry though.
Now that I have no time to do anything... I can barely read everyones LJ posts, much less comment on them. I shouldn't even be doing this. I think I'm happier when it's all bottled up. Yes, I hear all the time dont bottle it up its bad for you. But I have more of a control on it that way.
I talked to the parentals last night. They thought I was mad at them. I wasn't.
Until I walked by my brother's room before I went to bed. I thought I heard V in there. I walked closer. It was his friend or something. His f-ing friend is spending the night. I wish I could trash my brothers car and have a friend over. shit.
-jake
Tay is hilarious with his shoulder showing cuz his shirt hangs down funny. Oh Jesus, you kid, you really kid.
The play is pretty draining. So is work. Paint. Scrape. Paint some more. Clean. The vacuum for the paint chips sucks. Funny, though, I vaccumed my small pile of paint chips in the corner, and the flew out of the other end onto the whole room (carpet and all). An extra 30 minutes of cleaning.
I don't know what I'll do after this week., I won't have a reason to go into The Kirby anymore, other than just to be in there. I miss it. I was sitting on stage looking up into the balcony and I could see through the ceiling and see Kyle. On the roof. With a gun. Needless to say the show must go on and I easily bit back the tears. I just want to cry though.
Now that I have no time to do anything... I can barely read everyones LJ posts, much less comment on them. I shouldn't even be doing this. I think I'm happier when it's all bottled up. Yes, I hear all the time dont bottle it up its bad for you. But I have more of a control on it that way.
I talked to the parentals last night. They thought I was mad at them. I wasn't.
Until I walked by my brother's room before I went to bed. I thought I heard V in there. I walked closer. It was his friend or something. His f-ing friend is spending the night. I wish I could trash my brothers car and have a friend over. shit.
-jake