The loneliest evening...
It was warm again today. I don't know if it was as warm as yesterday because 1. I'm wearing a skirt today, and 2. because we had practice inside today. Hm, who knows. I had the worst ADD day in the WORLD today during testing. *SCREAMS* I read the questions like 723751073507135 times and I still couldn't comprehend so I just said "hell, C sounds good to me," and bubbled in the little space for C. Then I was finished even before the break and I had 2 and a half hours to sleep and fuck around and listen to music and draw weird things. BLAH. It sucked. Anyway, practice after school was good. After school me, Laurie, Jess, & Phil went to DMV to get Jess' license papers or some shit and then we went to McDonalds and went back to school. We did movie shit, did dance shit, I got a big bad stupid bitch ass headache and got home at like 5:30. It's a hectic thing, but it's fun. Back again tomorrow for preshow/intermission practice from 2:00 to 5:00 and then I guess I'm working props from 5:00 until whenever. *FUN!* I'm happy when I'm around the people that I've been around lately but when it's over and I come home I get these weird depressed/alone feelings and I don't really know what to do. But my friends are awesome and I love them to pieces. Do you ever think you're starting to like someone who's just your friend...but then you pick them apart and pull out their flaws and realize that maybe you just don't like them like that? It's been kinda hard for me to have guy friends and not try and pull some sort of attraction out of the friendship and now sometimes it's hard for me to distinguish the difference. I don't know why the hell I do that. I also don't know why I'm writing my mind on my livejournal because this is SO not the place to be doing it, but right now I couldn't really give a fuck. I've learned, through my life experiences and mistakes, that giving a fuck what people think...sucks. So I just don't care. ::sigh:: Anyway, I'm gunna go uh...sit...and...listen to The Postal Service...and uh...yeah...
This place is a prison. These people aren't your friends. Inhaling thrills through twenty dollar bills and the tumblers are drained and then flooded again and again. There's guards at the on-ramps armed to the teeth and you may case the grounds from the Cascade to Puget Sound but you are not permitted to leave. I know there's a big world out there like the one that I saw on the screen in my livingroom late last night, it was almost too bright to see. And I know that it's not a party if it happens every night, pretending there's glamour in candleabra when you're drinking by candle light. What does it take to get a drink in this place? What does it take? How long must I wait? What does it take to get a drink in this place? What does it take? How long must I wait? How long must I wait?
This place is a prison. These people aren't your friends. Inhaling thrills through twenty dollar bills and the tumblers are drained and then flooded again and again. There's guards at the on-ramps armed to the teeth and you may case the grounds from the Cascade to Puget Sound but you are not permitted to leave. I know there's a big world out there like the one that I saw on the screen in my livingroom late last night, it was almost too bright to see. And I know that it's not a party if it happens every night, pretending there's glamour in candleabra when you're drinking by candle light. What does it take to get a drink in this place? What does it take? How long must I wait? What does it take to get a drink in this place? What does it take? How long must I wait? How long must I wait?