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New school year, new stress.
After NYSSSA, of course, this is all busy work.
I miss the days when the most horrifying thing was Lizzy, who, despite my lingering terror, I think I love to death. Oh, to be yelled at for schmacting, or for masturbating on stage, or for not telling my story truthfully. Oh, to be making the eiffel tower out of ice cream, oh to be seducing josef. Why did I have to leave? Life changing. It was life changing.
Did you know that I am horribly shy? That I can't stand to be in the spotlight if I have to be myself? That all previous conceptions of love I had were incorrect? That snorting powdered sugar you found lying around in the common room is a great idea? That I have made some of the best friends I will ever have? That maybe, just maybe, I, as just me, will always be enough?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rjFaenf1T-Y
Well, that was a nice crying rant I just went on.
Junior Year. Is happening.
I am so busy, my entire week went like this: rehearsal for R&J, yearbook, homecoming responsibilities.
Last night was fun though. The dance was a sock hop, which most people hated. I loved it. I finally got to make a poodle skirt, a pursuit I lost all hope of when my best friend in fourth grade told me that "everyone does that, it's tacky" we all went out for milkshakes and everyone dressed up and we danced the night away - the twist, charleston, lindy, swing.
On a silly note, Juniors lost homecoming. Again.
The skit got second place though, so I'm fine. Whatever.
Okay, I'm mostly done. Thing of note: confusion. I wish I was asexual. Like a lot.