What a lovely way to burn
I can't even think of what to write.
The play is fine (God I love theater), my feet hurt (stupid character shoes), it's finally Friday (and Lent is over. Not that I'm actually supposed to do that, but I did). I got a B in world lit (going to have to go and fix that one, NOT acceptable. There must be some mistake), finally got my own cell phone (866-9982 hint hint), Rich won't even look at me anymore (actually, I find it kind of funny. I kind of like being invisible to him, for some reason it makes me feel as if it gives me more power), I can't wait for ensemble (is it time yet?).
They stand us like statues on the stage, in blinding light, to be observed.
I think I know how the Venus de Milo feels.
Only we had more clothes. LOTS more clothes. And they just added another two layers for our skirts, making it tights, then bloomers, then petticoat, then skirt, then glittery handkerchief thing. I fidget with my blouse, the flounces of the Pirates of the Caribbean-like sleeves getting in my way. I told him I actually felt pretty like this. "No, no," said Dominic. "You are pretty. Say it."
"I am pretty," I parrot, with doubts that he was sincere.
I walk home with Ell, the German exchange student. Our character shoes click on the pavement. She trips. I inadvertently break her fall. The sun blinds us, I pull at the edges of my dance pants. I remember her spinning around not too much earlier, in her skirt, like a princess. Don't let the dragon come near.
The weather is tricking me into thinking it's summer. Staring wistfully out the window and the trees, I don't even notice we have an assignment. I think everyone's mind is wandering off lately, and it's been only two weeks since break. Sarcastically in my mind, I just can't wait for the stress to begin. This is just test stress. This is only a test. Just you wait.
The play is fine (God I love theater), my feet hurt (stupid character shoes), it's finally Friday (and Lent is over. Not that I'm actually supposed to do that, but I did). I got a B in world lit (going to have to go and fix that one, NOT acceptable. There must be some mistake), finally got my own cell phone (866-9982 hint hint), Rich won't even look at me anymore (actually, I find it kind of funny. I kind of like being invisible to him, for some reason it makes me feel as if it gives me more power), I can't wait for ensemble (is it time yet?).
They stand us like statues on the stage, in blinding light, to be observed.
I think I know how the Venus de Milo feels.
Only we had more clothes. LOTS more clothes. And they just added another two layers for our skirts, making it tights, then bloomers, then petticoat, then skirt, then glittery handkerchief thing. I fidget with my blouse, the flounces of the Pirates of the Caribbean-like sleeves getting in my way. I told him I actually felt pretty like this. "No, no," said Dominic. "You are pretty. Say it."
"I am pretty," I parrot, with doubts that he was sincere.
I walk home with Ell, the German exchange student. Our character shoes click on the pavement. She trips. I inadvertently break her fall. The sun blinds us, I pull at the edges of my dance pants. I remember her spinning around not too much earlier, in her skirt, like a princess. Don't let the dragon come near.
The weather is tricking me into thinking it's summer. Staring wistfully out the window and the trees, I don't even notice we have an assignment. I think everyone's mind is wandering off lately, and it's been only two weeks since break. Sarcastically in my mind, I just can't wait for the stress to begin. This is just test stress. This is only a test. Just you wait.