A whole year has gone by.
People aren't kidding when they say being in love is one of the hardest things you'll ever do.
And that it's worth every. single. minute.
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I have never wanted to walk out on a show before this year.. neither have I had the desire to kick my director in the shins...
I do not want to be here... I am sick.. I'm slowly but surely losing my voice, the NIGHT BEFORE THE SHOW OPENS, which, have I mentioned I'm the lead in..? Never has a director just not given TWO SHITS about the students, and cared only about how things reflect upon themselves.
I am screamed at every day about things that aren't my fault or my responsibility in the first place.... when I fell down the fucking stairs during rehearsal and bruised both knees and shins, ONE out of FOUR directors actually came to make sure I was okay.. One of the music directors likes to think they can give me acting notes, and tells me every day that every ending note of every song I sing is horribly flat... I am yelled at least once every two hours, usually WAY more often then that.
Do it tomorrow, and don't think I won't walk out.... you need me WAY fucking more then I need you.
I'm not usually a very vindictive person... but I'm starting to believe that anything I do would just be all the bad karma built up from the Condor's presence over this past year..
Thanks for fucking up my senior year.
I hope you learn to rue the day you ever walked into Juan Segiun High School.
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contentScool starts on Monday.. *tear* But last night was one of the BEST nights I've ever freaking had. Dear sweet LORD it was fun.
And all I need to explain that is three words.
Cool Whip Fight.
'Nuff said.
Oh, and a tent. haha.
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