I have, regrettably, not posted on this blog for a while now. I suppose I’ve been busy. I created another blog, one that’s public, so I can share it on facebook and whatever, so this one kind of took the back seat.

I’m just doing homework now. Pulled an all nighter last night to finish my english isp essay. I’m really proud of it, actually! Anyways, I was absent for a couple weeks from school so I’m just catching up. Hopefully everything will be back to normal by Monday, but we’ll have to see. I just know that I have a lot of homework this weekend.

Furthermore… Ugh. Look at me. I’m even using “essay words” now. hah. Anyways, prom is in 2 week. Remember that boy I’m supposed to go with? I hate him. To bits and pieces. He grosses me out and I cringe every time he stares at me. I hate it, I really do. And I’m getting all sorts of opinions about this predicament shoved up my ass. I do not want to go to prom with him, but I fear I’ll be judged if I do anything to stop it.

Meh. Anyways, I’m just watching CSI. Onto the second season. I finished Dawson’s Creek again a couple weeks ago.

I’m kind of just starting to ramble about different things now, so I’ll just say this and go. I got into My Fair Lady. But I’m only chorus, which is a bummer. But what can ya do.

Bernard is also leaving LDSS. They’re putting him some place else because apparently we are too small of a school now to keep the good teachers.

Fucking fuck wads. I’ll write soon.

- Blk.

So I’m kind of sad. Going out for a lovely dinner with friends and then heading over to the theatre to prepare for the final performance. I hope this happens again soon.

This has literally been the best experience of my life. 
Just depressing that it was kind of short-lived. 

- Puck

I must admit I feel a little nostalgic tonight. Be warned that this post may lack a certain degree of poetic-ness though. Hah.

Today (because it’s 4:08 in the morning) is the final performance of Midsummer. And I’m dying inside because I don’t know if this will be my last show or not. OH WELL. It’s been uber awesome while it lasted.

Also, I’m kind of still dumb founded that my drama teacher showed up today. So unexpected.

Well, I hope here is a play fitted.

- Puck 

GO THE FUCK AWAY. YOU’RE NOT WANTED. 

I would take infatuation over relationship any day of the week.

It’s less work. You sit and stare and dream. I’m good at that part. Practically have my masters in those theoretics.

The only thing is, you get more heartache. A little lighter than the dumped kind, but it’s still dark, because this kind of angst comes from the part of you which has to always ask “what ifs”. Which sucks, but then again I’m kind of good at that part, too.

I am so infatuated with this boy. But, he’ll probably never know, because I’m too much of a chicken to say anything. At least I can dream.

I just think it would be nice if I could dream standing up once in a while - and I’m not exactly talking about sleep walking, here. I’m talking about dreaming with your eyes open.

Also, I miss kisses, which isn’t helping.
Come to think of it though… Nothing can help me now.
Not unless I find a way to sleep walk. And soon. 

- Blk. 

ASK ME TO KISS YOU LIKE YOU SAY YOU ALWAYS DO.

<3

Aaaah. You’re such a dreamer, Bree. 

Before Homework:

After Homework (that I didn’t even come close to finishing):

MY LIFE IS OVER. I AM DYING. AND I’M BRINGING ALL OF YOU WITH ME.
G’NIGHT. MAY NEVER WAKE UP DUE TO STRESS OVERLOAD.
OH WELL.
AT LEAST MY DREAMS ARE COOL.

- Blk.