All around.
Well, I am exhausted and gross-looking and melancholy, but I am also a member of the technical crew for the Illinois All-State production of Les Miserables. While this may not seem like much, this is actually going to be the culminating moment of my theatre career. This is as close to a professional production as I will ever get, assuming I don't have some change of heart and decide to major. It's a pretty huge deal to any serious theatre participant in Illinois--this is the top as far as high school goes. James and I both made it, actually--he is a member of the ensemble. I hope he is the sailor in the prostitute scene who sings "I smell women, smell 'em in the air!" Anyway, yeah. I can't believe it. This is going to rule.
Also, UChicago Hospitals called me back for a volunteering gig finally. I have two options at the moment: I can work there in the city for an uncertain amount of time at an uncertain position, or I can work with my aunt at her hospital on Saturday mornings doing whatever I want. Keep in mind that I am applying early decision to UChicago in a few months. Advice? I'm going in for an interview soon, so.
I don't know what else. I am redoing my room in an attempt to obliterate the past year or so, the Air Fresh Peru shows went very, very well, I am reading a lot, I am trying not to eat meat, my iPod is not working correctly, I'm breaking out, I miss a certain person who probably does not miss me at all, my friends are all fighting, I am contemplating seducing someone considerably younger than me because I am bored and selfish, I have to reschedule New York because of All-State rehearsals, I am going absolutely insane.
I'd really like to see some new people.
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If I die clutching your photograph,
don't call me boring--
it's just 'cause I like you.
Take me on back,
take me back
to the place where I could feel your heart.
Is this the end,
or just the start of something
really, really beautiful
wrapped up and disguised as something
really, really ugly?
Won't you come by and see me?
I'm a love letter away.
Also, UChicago Hospitals called me back for a volunteering gig finally. I have two options at the moment: I can work there in the city for an uncertain amount of time at an uncertain position, or I can work with my aunt at her hospital on Saturday mornings doing whatever I want. Keep in mind that I am applying early decision to UChicago in a few months. Advice? I'm going in for an interview soon, so.
I don't know what else. I am redoing my room in an attempt to obliterate the past year or so, the Air Fresh Peru shows went very, very well, I am reading a lot, I am trying not to eat meat, my iPod is not working correctly, I'm breaking out, I miss a certain person who probably does not miss me at all, my friends are all fighting, I am contemplating seducing someone considerably younger than me because I am bored and selfish, I have to reschedule New York because of All-State rehearsals, I am going absolutely insane.
I'd really like to see some new people.
---
If I die clutching your photograph,
don't call me boring--
it's just 'cause I like you.
Take me on back,
take me back
to the place where I could feel your heart.
Is this the end,
or just the start of something
really, really beautiful
wrapped up and disguised as something
really, really ugly?
Won't you come by and see me?
I'm a love letter away.