Saturday night. 10:37 pm. Tired as idk wat. Went to work on a night that i didn't even know i was workin'. Ah well. i need the hours, though. Next week practice for the musical is gonna be from 6-9 or 10 pm. Isn't that fucked up?!!! I'm not gonna get any hw done. This is so-not cool, ya know? It's all good though, u know? I get to miss a few classes when we actually perform. YES!!! WEird thing is, I'm not even taking this seriously. I guess i've just always been comfortable on the stage. The stage loves me, ya know? Even though our director and choreographer are BIOTCHES!! Well, I'm gonna eat my salad and get some orange juice. Or maybe some Frosted Flakes. Wat a good combination, you know? Wonder how i'll be feelin' in a couple hrs after eatin' this shiot!!!!!!
LATA