late nights, bright lights

There is no
life I know
to compare with pure imagination
living there
you'll be free
if you truly wish
to be.

What would I do in a world of pure imagination? I wouldn't get yelled at for stupid little things like forgetting to let the dogs out or not vacuuming on Wednesday when I vacuumed on Saturday.

Colin came down and took my to the library where we read children's books for an hour and a half. I feel surprisingly better. Or at least I did until I walked into the house.

As lame as it sounds, I want to do it again [the reading books at library with boy, not the getting yelled at and feeling like trash].

In my world of pure imagination, I wouldn't have to clean my room, because it would always be clean. In my world of pure imagination, Leah wouldn't make up excuses for skipping class when we have fifteen days [FIFTEEN DAYS] of rehearsal left to pull together a full-scale musical. Yeah, having your period and cramps and stuff sucks really bad, especially because your ugly-but-still-nice boyfriend just moved to Burlington, but shut the fuck up and dance your skinny little ass off, whore. I mean, I did; Janyne did; Shar did [minus the 'skinny little ass' part].

In my world of pure imagination, I would not have had a panic attack at the dentist's today. Ehh, her fault for putting me in the x-ray machine. My file said I was prone to panic attacks in small spaces, but did she listen? Fool.

In other news, I made tons of money for the Canadian Cancer Society's Daffodil Drive today. Well, me and my assistants. [I was officiating. Suckers.] Remember kids, BUY DAFFODILS.