Sunday, June 10, 2012
Thursday, June 7, 2012
I feel so much more vented. Acting seems to help me let off steam. I feel like not being myself helps me let out all my emotions. I'm using someone else's charger for this computer right now and it says it's charging but I can't tell if its really working or not. I mean honestly the guys in my class have matured faster than the girls. That is crazy. I guess that's what Waldorf does to you. I realized that blogging really does calm me down. I need this and I will never ever give it up. I feel special. When I write I feel like I can say anything and people may read it and care or not. It makes me feel giddy thinking that someone reads this, but I doubt that anyone other than the two people I know that I gave this website to are reading these posts. I doubt that anyone else could even find this website with out knowing exactly what it's called. I feel like I'm talking to a therapist because I keep saying I feel...Yeah bitchen....bye
Ok some serious shit has gone down today and to be honest I'm more ready than ever to get out of here. I have realized that these people are so much more immature than I had ever known a senior could be. It's almost as if they don't respect my personal space. They don't realize when they've gone too far. Its something they honestly need to fix or they won't have any good friends when they move on from high school because everyone in college is going to think they're immature bitches. The only people they'll be able to hang out with will be immature high schoolers, barbie wannabes, and whores. Those would be the only people stupid enough to hang out with someone like that. It's more than I can fathom at the moment. Going on stage. I'll write more later I promise.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
It's not the kind of Sunday school that you normally think of. Rather than being at a church, I'm at school. I'm sitting here on my lap top doing nothing. Again, this is for the senior play at the school. Again I am stuck here with nothing to do, and no one to talk to. It's so hot here in California in the summertime and I feel like I am dying of thirst. Unfortunately I have nothing to drink and thus my mouth is beginning to feel very dry. Just typing about it is making me that much more conscious of how thirsty I really am. The air in this small room is so stuffy and the one fan that is attempting to circulate the room isn't helping in the least bit. We haven't gotten as far in the play as we had anticipated, but I hope we are still going to end at the same time. Nine is late for me. Especially when I have to wake up at six to be at school on time. Some people just get worse and worse. More selfish and less caring of the close people they hurt along the way. So many people are becoming more and more whoreish and slutty. It's almost too much to handle.