I really need that ice storm that is supposedly headed towards my neck of the woods.

Interim grades were much less than stellar.

The play is improving, but is nowhere near perfection.

Blast.

I saw Chris this morning and had a full conversation with him for the first time since Sunday.

Shocking, isn't it?

*yawns*

Bedtime, kiddos.

The coughing resonates from deep in my lungs, and my nose is running.

I am sick, my dears.

But dare I miss a day of school to nurse my stressed-out body back to health?

...no.

Play practice goes till seven tonight and tomorrow night as it has for the last two nights.

If the play wasn't ending Saturday, I'd quit right fucking now.

Our director ( Read more... )

Dear stupid director:
You suck, literally and metaphorically.
You're a nasty whore.
You're a gossip.
You're a power fiend.
You're annoying.
You have some intelligence, but it's not enough to redeem you.

You fail at life.

If you weren't wasting our time at rehearsal after rehearsal, our play would NOT BE SO BAD.

What do I mean by "wasting our time ( Read more... )

=D

Despite being harassed by homeless men, losing my parking ticket, and nearly getting my face sucked off by the yeti's bestest buddy, tonight was wonderful.

I got to school right at 5 to pick up Ellie from rehearsal (WHICH WAS SO TOTALLY SUPPOSED TO END AT 5:00), and Bushey was all "Well, we decided it'd end at 5:30."

So, we left at 5:30 after ( Read more... )

I swear to fucking Isis, I have about this much *holds fingers a centimeter apart* patience remaining for the rest of the world.

No one shows up to blasted rehearsal anymore, thus causing the practice today to be canceled at 5 PM.

My mom wasn't planning on getting there until 5:30.

My mom couldn't get there until 5:45.

Why?

Oh, one of her ( Read more... )

( A rant. )

AP coursework makes me want to pour kerosene over all of my school books and light them on fire.

Of course, my school itself often makes me want to do that as well, but that's another entry for another day.

I haven't been in the best mood today, and I hope I'll be able to forget about the things that piss me off and/or make me sad tomorrow when I' ( Read more... )

Annual Livejournal YEAR IN REVIEW: Take a sentence (or two) from the first post of each month of 2007. That's your year in review.

January:
(this is in a private entry) I've been in a really fucked up mood lately.

February:Funny how when I'm at home with so much time on my hands I never update this thing there ( Read more... )

So, at rehearsal today, Allison sent me up to the cafeteria for junk food out of the snack machine. She handed me her wallet and told me to text her when I got there with the food choices.

I entered the caf. All of the bright young athletes of our school were stretching their little achy muscles as I plowed through.

I put the money in the machine ( Read more... )

tech week=no sleep.

went ice-skating tonight.

tomorrow=A BREAK!!