late nights, bright lights

Okay, not historical fiction in the way you'd think about it, but fiction I typed up in history class.

Title: The Show Must Go On
Author: unavoidedcrisis, me!
Rating: PG-13, because I think it's kinda creepy.
Summary: A girl onstage on opening night. Poor girl was not expecting this.

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My mama told me the one of the most upsetting things a mother can say to her daughter. Ever. I think I've for the most part recovered, but it still makes me feel awkward when I remember. I told her that I'm no longer a virgin.

Her response?

Now keep in my this is MY mother. My overreactive, freaks out about everything mother. I prepped her for five minutes before I said anything. 'Mama are you sitting down? Mama are you alone in the room?'

You know what she said to me?

'Oh I'm so happy! I'm so proud of you! How was it?'

AUGH.

She's not supposed to ask how it was! That's terribly distressing.

Heh heh.

Colleen: Oooh, you got into your university!
Ginny: Yes! ^^
Larkin: Wow, word gets around fast in our group of friends; I only heard last night.
Ginny: Well I told Meaghan and Ducky...
Colleen: Yeah, they told me.
Larkin: Heh heh.
Ginny: Everyone hears everything from Meaghan.
Colleen: Like that time I told her I had herpes and the next day everyone knew... Yeah, I actually don't have herpes.
Ginny: Ehh, but if you did it would mean you were getting some action. But you're not.
Ginny&Larkin: Ahahahaha.
Colleen: *averts eyes*
Bus: *stops in front of Founder's*
Colleen: Goodnight!
Ginny&Larkin: Bwah...? Oh. OH.
Colleen: *gets off bus*

I "learned" how to play Texas Hold 'Em last night, meaning I have no idea how to play but it's really really fun.

I also got a new post-it on my desk. It has a picture of a tiger kitten on it. I may have made a new friend called Logan today.

I think I did okay on the 11o5 midterm. Talking about Greek theatre ftw!

Hurt my shoulder. Again. Ow.

Sarah and I got the apartment!!!!!! (woo!)

The Show

Could have been worse.

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I don't even know what to say.

I'll quote Peter.

All in all? I'm gonna chalk this one up as a loss.

( A Short Letter For A Friend )

Gods I really hate everything; you have no idea.

Internet was out for a long time. Shame on it. Tech support was no help at all, but I am not surprised.

What is with all my very good friends suddenly hating me? I think there's a conspiracy. But then again, I am not surprised.

It's not like I really them to begin with.

And to quote the famous and wise Lucky Enderly: "Self esteem was supposed to be for everyone."

Going to TO with Grandma tomorrow to the Royal Alex. Hate Tennesse Williams' plays, but shall suffer through a production of Orpheus Descending for Grandma's sake.

I got Candy Land yesterday. Anyone want to play?

Why?

Why do I have to be so emo? Why do I inflict my depression on other people? And I can't even do anything about this. I just have to shut the fuck up and suffer through it.

I do enjoy watching the flames though.

Sam: I really don't think he can handle himself.
Colleen: ...*snarf at the literal sense of the phrase*
Sam: OH GOD! *dies laughing*
Colleen: I love me.

Took a short break from english to work on my novel a bit more.

Annnnnnd I wrote this!

The polar bear dreams about dancing fruit tarts and frantic old women trying to quilt a picture of zombie Abraham Lincoln fighting an evil, robotronic John Wilkes Booth onto a tartan bath mat. This is a recurring dream for the polar bear, and he always seems to wake up right before he can catch the particularly delicious looking kiwi strawberry tart. It is a sore point, come to think of it, and he rarely wake up feeling refreshed.

I apologize to everyone for that.

'Gee, sure I'll keep you company for another hour or so until your shift is over, because I am TEH DUMBZORZ.'

I should have said no and just went to bed.

I am eleven kinds of tired now.

"I'm very, very touchy about some subjects. Like, maul you and eat your face touchy."

Yeah, that's how I know it's too late for me. There's no hope for me. Go on, leave me here. You have to carry on!

But now that misery's in style, it's artistic if you suffer.

I am just about bored out of my head. I've actually done all my homework. And done it well. And whoa. Because it's like... done and stuff. Whooooa.

So last night I was bored and home alone and stuff. So this happened.

( Eye-sEe-you... )

How stupid the things that we do.