Wednesday, April 04, 2007

*Sigh* Exams!

I hate school!

I'm going to drop out and become an artist who hits balloons filled w/ paint on a beach in Belize. I'm going to raise fifteen children on the beach and let them run a muck. I like that word. I want to ignore the rules of society and avoid actual work forever. Who needs Spanish? Why plague me with correct grammar when we all know that no one cares. The people in Belize will find my second-grade level Spanish grammar charming. I'm sure!

I love the Passion Play.
Really, I do. I've been doing it since I was in third grade, so why now do I just want to yell at everyone and inform them that I know how its supposed to work, so let's do it the way that's proven? Urrrg, people. That's the worst. I'm normally a nice person. If I can help out people I'll do whatever I can to do so, so why the urges to strangle inquisitive people who interrupt my daydreamings?

Honestly I can see why I think I might not do it anymore. That does seem to be a curious thought. I love it, I love the backstage adventure. The hours and effort it takes to do everything for any production. I love the consistency that no matter the play, the concepts for the stage crew is the same. I still even debate today if I want to change my major and do this for a living. Become a stage manager! Then I realize, people don't want to listen to little 'ole me. I'm small, I have a loud voice and I'm a girl. Combine this all together and you get people ignoring me. Nothing makes me more mad. . . Somedays I make too much sense even to myself!

Exams suck. I have four this week. I thought it was merely three, until I walked into class. . .and well at least I have great reading retention! I think I aced it. . no problems, just suicidal poets.

I want caffeine, chocolate and sleep. No more exams, no Passion Play just rest and sleep and people I want to see.

I have red hair.

I did it, I really and truly allowed Rebecca Thomas near my head with a bottle of dye, please, don't die from shock.

I was bored. I don't want to stay boring, yes, I do consider myself boring. Completely and utterly dull.


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