Innuendo

Dec 09, 2004 14:30

Business class, Canterbury High School, Thursday, December 9th, in the two thousandth and fourth year following the birth of Jesus Christ.

In the immortal words of Ozzy Osborne, I'm "Killing Myself to Live".

STUPRO is moving at a snail's pace. Rehearsals are now going till 9:30 pm, though to be fair, we only have three left, tonight included. I'm worried about the basic skeleton of the play- lines, cues, and blocking. These do not seem to be solid. Lauren and Kaitlin claim to have a plan...

...we'll see.

Mm. This whole "no sexual release for the duration of STUPRO" thing is brutal. All I can say is... watch out, world. Because when the lights go down on Thursday, you'll face the full brunt of my pent-up frustration unleashed.

BOF! (That's the noise of my pent-up frustration unleashed)

Five hours of sleep a night, max. It sucks.

And I still have to keep up my grades. Business has actually improved by 10% since midterm, and I'm now 14% above the class average. Math and Lit Studies still require a lot of effort on my part if those marks are to be useful to me.

Life doesn't suck. But I feel like I'm waiting for all of the big events in my life right now to climax. Life shouldn't be like bad sex.
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