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wow, i'm rather an introspecive person today. i'm sure my english teacher wondered what my issue was, i was the complete opposite of my usual boisterous self. i got into a little tiff with evan because he always treats violins like they're second best to everything else, and it bothers me, maybe it shouldn't, but i love my violin, i protect it, it's mine. it doesn't seem that he understands that violin and orchestra mean much more to me than it does to a usual person. i may not be the best at it, but when the world is sucky, i can just pick up my violin and play some little tune that makes me focus on something else. it's the one thing i haven't given up on. nine years. jeez.
i'm thinking about someone i haven't really thought about in a while. i wonder about him.
someone keeps writing stuff in the girl's bathroom about me obsessing over a boy i don't even like. it's silly, the girl obviously has no life, especially to be worrying about me.
i'm scared. i guess i haven't really thought about it, but i don't know if i'm as confident as i was to get the part of mrs. pots. maybe to help, i can just start preparing myself for failure. not that i don't think i can do it, but i don't want to be broken up on the insides because of it.
maybe the reason i'm in this funk is that valentine's day is coming up. for me, right now, it's extremely depressing. knowing that all those girls are gonna be running around school on that day with huge balloons and teddy bears just makes me sick. i'm jealous. i wish i could know that someone other than my family loves me. maybe i'll pull off a nice little spat of sickness on that day, like i did last year, woot. that was extremely convenient. (self made convenience) i know there's pretty much no chance of it, but i'd love to be surprised with somethin on that day, just something small, a surprise. eh, life goes on. onto another subject.
we repainted the tree for midsummer. (for those who do not know, the one-act for contest is a midsummer night's dream) we're combining tons of different techniques and such to do it. although kat is a hard one to convince sometimes. honestly, she's even more stubborn than me! but she kinda cooled out a bit on the friction when she started to see that what i was talking about worked and it was looking more and more like a fuckin tree. i like working with my hands. especially with paint. squeeee.
TORREY!!!! hildreth wants your e-mail and pilcher wants you to visit him. and mrs. mrs.fried says hi, so does one of the janitors, i think mr. andrews told me to say hi to you a while ago, ect....apparently they heart you. come visit! (and btw, congrats on the job!!!!!!! squeee! *glomps*)
i'm thinking about someone i haven't really thought about in a while. i wonder about him.
someone keeps writing stuff in the girl's bathroom about me obsessing over a boy i don't even like. it's silly, the girl obviously has no life, especially to be worrying about me.
i'm scared. i guess i haven't really thought about it, but i don't know if i'm as confident as i was to get the part of mrs. pots. maybe to help, i can just start preparing myself for failure. not that i don't think i can do it, but i don't want to be broken up on the insides because of it.
maybe the reason i'm in this funk is that valentine's day is coming up. for me, right now, it's extremely depressing. knowing that all those girls are gonna be running around school on that day with huge balloons and teddy bears just makes me sick. i'm jealous. i wish i could know that someone other than my family loves me. maybe i'll pull off a nice little spat of sickness on that day, like i did last year, woot. that was extremely convenient. (self made convenience) i know there's pretty much no chance of it, but i'd love to be surprised with somethin on that day, just something small, a surprise. eh, life goes on. onto another subject.
we repainted the tree for midsummer. (for those who do not know, the one-act for contest is a midsummer night's dream) we're combining tons of different techniques and such to do it. although kat is a hard one to convince sometimes. honestly, she's even more stubborn than me! but she kinda cooled out a bit on the friction when she started to see that what i was talking about worked and it was looking more and more like a fuckin tree. i like working with my hands. especially with paint. squeeee.
TORREY!!!! hildreth wants your e-mail and pilcher wants you to visit him. and mrs. mrs.fried says hi, so does one of the janitors, i think mr. andrews told me to say hi to you a while ago, ect....apparently they heart you. come visit! (and btw, congrats on the job!!!!!!! squeee! *glomps*)