Just the one.

We have a checklist for what I am to do is she physically attacks me. Because if we both end up at karaoke tonight she may want to talk to me about why I suddenly hate her (which is preposterous. I've disliked her for awhile it's only been the last few weeks that I've stopped making an effort to seem like everything's okay) and if I ( Read more... )

1) Two final performances (one for Phys Perf that makes no sense, one for Voice and Speech that is pretty straight forward but also Shakespeare).
2) Find time to study for my giant Dramatic Lit test comprised of information that did not soak into my brain.
3) Take said test.
D) Find time to research how Buddhism influenced Chinese theatre (short ( Read more... )

I cannot talk right now. For a number of reasons.

1) Fern and I watched the last few episodes of series four of 'Doctor Who' and the finale was so (explosion of emotions) that I stopped making noise. At all. No shrieks, grrs, peeps, mhrs, or anything. Not a single word. I went on mute.
Luckily, Fern understands my charades. The one that really ( Read more... )

Let n be the amount of times you have failed to make the class comprehend something. Let x be the number of times you have asked us a question in reply to us asking a question. If n and x are multiplied, we get a large number.

Let y equal the curse words muttered by angry students. Let y be added to x and n. Let the number exponentially grow until, ( Read more... )

Dear Jesse Hall,

If my roommate left and, as you say, 'not by your own choosing you have been left in a double room by yourself!' then it is not my responsibility to find a new one. It is not up to me, with my classes and full schedule, to go through a list of candidates and find one I am compatible with.

It is your responsibility to tell me ( ( Read more... )

I haven't been here twenty-four hours and already I've broken down.

Yesterday was great. the pick-up and drive. The getting here. The issue was that dinner had to be shared with Mellow Aunt and...him.

I got through it. He said hello, I said hello (in a crisp, not even pretending to be alright to see him way. And this was after mother elbowed me). ( Read more... )

A bit of exposition on why I am doubly pissed off right now and so frustrated that I want to cry, go on a murderous rampage, or both.

Last month I went to get my pay check. I was all excited. My first pay check! I'm an independent adult now! Huzzah!

Yeah, that balloon got burst when they told me that since I had started working in the middle of a pay ( Read more... )

But I just want to fucking go back home.

That's right.Home.

As in not here but there, the place I came from.

My friends are more family to me than the assholes around here. They make me laugh, they keep me entertained and I have things in common with them.

I hate it here. A month is far too much time and I still have another one to go.

So mom's mad at me again. Maybe not mad, but upset. Because of my issues with certain relatives.

When her and her mother and my Aunt Dee and Uncle Terry got home from church, mother informed me that we would be going up to Lyle and Bernadette's for dinner (porkchops) and that they had been told to make a pork chop for me.

All I could do was bite my ( Read more... )

And, by extension, this godforsaken place.

If someone looked at me right now, they would call me crazy. Looking at myself in the mirror made me say that, so a stranger thinking it is not out of the question.

I'm crying, my face is turning red, and everytime I open my mouth the only things to come out are garbled noise and half-words, along with weird ( Read more... )