So, I pretty much don't use this anymore. I'll still use it occasionally, but don't expect frequent entries from me, 'kay?

So, my soul is slowly being consumed. Hi, IB. AND EVERYTHING ELSE.

Also, what's up with people dying lately. It's not okay. D:

Sorry I've been under the radar. Just trying to survive. I miss all of you. Let's hang out soon. Yes? Good.

Ten days until opening night. Excuse as I have an anxiety attack or three.

In the meantime.

1. Reply to this post and I'll assign you a letter.
2. List (and upload, if you feel like it) 5 songs that start with that letter.
3. Post them to your journal with these instructions.

First post in three weeks. Sweet jeezy creezy.

So. Talked to Head about not coming to practices or competitions. He was defiant at first, but it occurs to me that he doesn't have a backbone. At all. Either that, or he was expecting it. So I'm officially out of marching band, but in Head's failed attempt at trying to guilt-trip me, I have to tell the entire band before Friday rehearsal that I'm choosing theatre over band and why. I'm not worried about it at all. Should I be? Am I a terrible person for not feeling bad doing that?

Opening night: T minus fifteen days. Oh shit.

I got the lead in the play. Wut. Goodbye to any free time. Or sleep.

Uhh, not doing band next year. I really don't like it. Decided it now.

The Trapeze Swinger by Iron and Wine. Such a good song. If you don't have it, get it. Or I'll give it to you.

I really wish I didn't have to do anything today. I still have to finish reading Life of Pi and do my essay. :/

You know what fucking blows?

Being lied to. TWICE. Yeah, you? Fuck you.

Anyway, does anyone have a copy of The Life of Pi that I could borrow. I need to read it for IB English...

Oh my god. I can't believe this.

Beauty.

I wish I could hear colours and see music.

I am determined to figure out a way to do this before I die.

I love this song so much.

( Lyrics )

The Trapeze Swinger, Iron and Wine.

I feel like I should have something to say.

I've been awake for 24 hours now. I spent the night at Ava with Jessica until, like 3:00, and then Carson called/ showed up with his friend, Elliott, so we all went for a drive, then went back to his house and talked until 5:45. Took Jessica home. We left when it was still dark, and when we got back, the sun was up. I had fun.

I've had too much coffee.

Postcards. You know you want them. Or not. If you do, leave your address. Comments are screened so you won't be stalked.

So Marie, my computer doesn't let me zip files that have character accents in them, so I'm just going to have to burn you a CD of the Sigur Ros. I'll give it to you when I see you next.

So, Amanda Fucking Palmer hosted a gig yesterday.


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This is just a sample of what went down.

Okay, I get it, film makers. The main character freaks out, but you don't know it until the end, and then they turn out to be the murderer. Sheesh.

Third movie I've seen that ended like that.