Last night was awesome. I can’t believe we got it. I recall the nervousness backstage, all that repeating of lines, over and over again. There was just so much on our minds that it was hard trying not to think about anything. We worried about our voice projection, costume changes, forgetting of lines and even whether or not the PAC would fill and about how supportive the audience could be. I wouldn’t say it was perfect but it was ten times better than all our rehearsals! (of course it HAD to be). My heat was racing and I was like ‘shit shit shit omg noooooo’ at some points (I almost couldn’t make it on time for the party scene because of the costume change and thank god the lights didn’t go on before I was on stage) but once you’re really up there , everything just shuts off and you’ll just give the best of yourself, hoping the crowd would grasp whatever you’re saying and love it. No second chances no nothing… then you anticipate the laughter and claps of the audience and when you know you put up a good show, you’ve that overwhelming satisfaction and That, is what’s so lovely about the entire production.
Thank you everyone for coming! And to everyone who made the production work; Good job!
I hate how you take things for granted. How you expect us to give in first. How you evidently refuse to do anything to salvage this friendship , if you even really care in the first place, then accuse us for not trying. Now I get G’s point of view… Its just good to have the energy sometimes and live a day drama free yknow?
K other than that Life’s good. I composed a verse to nat’s song (in tune to I’m Not A Girl, Not Yet A Woman) today. Gdjob clare ^^v we too witty. Stayed back in school with debster to study and beastly ish ate macs double cheeseburger for break.
Today’s cool cause gilly and I screamed ‘orgasm’ and ‘jizz’ and ‘penis’ and ‘cuming’ in chem lecture. (The teacher responded to orgasm) Cheap thrills ^^ All’s innocent (Y)
Of hesitation Of regret Of guilt Of pretence Of hope Of trust Of forgiveness Of moving on Of ignoring Of considering Of the fact that I’m stuck now thinking about what I should or should not be doing. Of what is right. Of whether I had a reason to be doing what I did (if anything) to even begin with. Of whether I was mildly clueless or if this whole issue was way too childish. Of what you think of me. Of whether I’ll be able to treat you the same way. Of having to keep things from you or having to doubt your trustworthiness. Of thinking perhaps you think the same of me. Of why we’re even friends in the first place. Of whether we should just shut our eyes and burn the past away…
Of course you’re lost. So am I. I think there are too many Ofs in this post. Goodbye