I hope one day my bickering and constant seriousness will be taken even more serious by others who care.
Song of the Day: 2/28/12
Gold on the Ceiling- The Black Keys
I love you.
2 weeks until Necessary Targets.
3 weeks until State with my troupe and best friend at my side.
One month until I find out what colleges accept me.
Two months until Senior Research presentation, my last Gala and prom.
Three until Senior Recital, Graduation, and the beginning of sweet summer.
Time is taking its toll, but so is my patience.
And these, dear, are the final moments of my spring musical.
All the paint, all the song, all the dance, the character development, tears, pain, bruises, cuts, restless nights, all of these elements
And now, to the bed. Time to await the “beauty” of a “beast” last show tomorrow. :D
Last night is behind me…
Today is here.
But, will I make the best of it?
They never end, do they?
Magical, to say the least.
Where caffeine is a must,
sleep is minimal,
sweatpants are a gift from heaven,
and school work happens to conflict randomly with the spring musical…
I hate your program.
I hate your show.
I hate your methods.
I hate your attitude.
I hate anything touched or acknowledged by you.
Three more months.
Each day is passing by with no regrets…
People sigh, complain, take the pills, swallow the pain away.
I am one of these people.
This isn’t good…
The joy of 21 Guns was all that mattered.
We were there for each other in that moment.
That’s all that mattered: us; the ensemble.
I cannot believe I have almost 3 months left with these people.
I cannot wait for Friday.
Sure I didn’t get my flowers or knight in shining armor, but…
I got a ton of baked goods and candy from my momma.
I got accepted into my 3rd college, Webster, academically.
I did all my homework before midnight.
I had a Tijuana Flats date with my best friend/valentine.
I had a wonderful rehearsal.
I gave more than I received, which was the best.
I finished all my FAFSA shenanigans.
I’m truly happy.
Your negativity is worse than what you think.
People think you’re beautiful, but you’re really just another ugly face with the talk that comes out of your mouth.
I really thought I could rely on you.
As the end of the year gets closer, I realize that you will be someone I could care less about when the year is done.
Family or not, it’s not okay on how you treat others.
Be positive for once and stop drinking the damn Hater-rade.