ugh

it sucks to be under twenty-one.

now i just need to figure out which website is wrong.

yesterday's news

today is an exciting day, except for one minor snag. grrr. damn neil's mother.

oh well, maybe it will still work out alright.

if all goes well i'll be seeing the gossip [shit i need to call the venue!] tonight. damn venue with no website. i think its a phantom venue lurking to annoy me.

and i have a light hang with the best crew ever today. wurd.

dial a death

top of my hit list: fuller and my mother.

one. why does mr. fuller think it's his god-given duty to email my parents when i have a work crew? that is my job, not his. i much prefer finding out i have one, then telling my parents. rather than having him skip me and go srtaight to them. i want to kill him. or seriously maim him. or smash his attendance system. or SOMETHING!

two. my mother is a stupid obsessive unstable overprotective freak. and i can't tell her i think so because she'll get all weepy and i have to live with her for two more weeks. i should have told my father i can't do this because i can't. i can't survive on this little sleep in such a stressful environment, especially during finals week. hell is not other people, hell is my mother.

i want to curl up into a ball and die. [before i make something else die]

[1238:
and i can't even reply to his stupid email because his inbox is full. please confiscate all sharp objects and remove people i hate from my vicinity.]

huh

apparently i have a reputation for being a genius. and a vegan who can only eat bananas. one i know is not true, the other i'm inclined to disbelieve.

but still, who knew there were rumors about me?

breathless and naked

you know what musical we should do? batboy.

yo y el diablo

the one good side to my father being in italy: i get pretty pictures of ancona every morning in my inbox.

the down side: mother and sister. all. the. time.

seeing someone i love hurt themselves was enough to make me swear not to do that again, though i make no promises. but i think i'm done with that.

and i think i carry piles of safety pins and two pocket knives partially to prove to myself that i don't need that anymore. because i don't.

cece chained herself to me in assembly. amusing in the extreme.

when jumping is easy and falling is fun

i'm just happy i haven't hit the sidewalk yet.

school is so trivial when i get paid to play with cad programs and oragnize lighting crews.

school is so trivial when a beautiful girl is seducing me [not that katie has to do much to seduce me].

school is so trivial when i have eighteen months until freedom.

school is so trivial when i might get to see the gossip again.

maybe this is why i'm thinking of all of the above and not doing my homework.