College: The Next Great ISSUE.

Here are my options that I have set up. They're purely self-imposed, so they are subject to change without warning.

• Stay close to home, thereby not bankrupting the family so I can get some worthless (again, no one's words but my own) musical theater degree. (I don't look like an actress. I need contacts. But that's a whole OTHER thing.)
• Go far away, enjoy the locale, and pay off loans for eighty bazillion years. (And bankrupt the family.)

Is it pathetic that I truly want someone who's madly in love with me to knock on my window, beckon me out, and we'll trek off to the great beyond to pursue our bohemian dreams (or at least mine---he can go be a lawyer or whatever his little heart desires)? He'll have to be educated in the ways of music. Seriously, that trait makes me swoon. If you can judge key and time signatures by hearing three seconds of a song because you have learned it, not because you are some musical freakzoid who puts no effort into anything (MATTHEW)....yes, I will fall deeply in infatuation.

So. If any of you know someone 17-25 (or older, I have no age limit) that, after your scanning of this piece of internet babble and critique of my persona, would enjoy me, lemme know. Let him know. I am very sweet under the tangy exterior.

So. [A needle pulling thread!]

There's this girl named Darina. And she absolutely hangs off of Nate. It's bad. It's not as bad as Anne, but it's still terrible. She lurks and talks and he doesn't know her. She's talked to him 3 times in her entire existence. What makes her think that---that---that----argh, never mind. It's a good thing that this was his last appearance at my school, because he's one inch away from being molested by his fans.

Deep Thoughts

Spring formal is fast approaching. It's tomorrow, and I'm excited. Excited to see Caryn, excited to flaunt my outfit (honestly straight outta Baz Lurhmann's imagination), excited to commune with Nate, who is my escort.

This is what I was thinking last night---all the stuff about sex on prom night? Is implausible. Think about it. You've got the complicated clothing. Maybe a body shaper. Your hair's done, your makeup's nice. Are you really gonna wanna mess that up? Plus the fake fingernails...hello! Claw marks, anyone? Plus, if you go to my school, you have to be accounted for every freaking second of every moment, so sneaking off to a hotel room might not be the easiest thing to do.

Happy happy joy joy!

So I realized I've been quite negative in my previous postings, which I really hate. So here, for the enjoyment of...well, I'm not really sure who, are five things that I am happy about.

1. Somebody just uploaded a bunch of Doctor Who episodes onto YouTube. (I'm not sure why I like that show. It's not for the aliens, that's for sure. I just kinda skim over them. Ahhh...wait. I know. David Tennant and his quirkiness. That's why.)
2. I talked to Nate today for half an hour, and he made me realize how much I appreciate him. Not through any big thing. Just for being him and being a decent sounding board (for really not-important things). For being someone to talk to. There we go.
3. My paper for The Glass Menagerie that I spent zero time on earned praise from my English teacher. He was very impressed. Feh. He should see this piece of wonder.
4. Caryn, my best friend, is coming to visit for spring formal [which I still need a friggin' dress for]. I have missed her so much. She's quiet at first, but once you get to know her, she's got this sparkling wit underneath.
5. I do have friends, which is something I feel like I've been lacking in the past few weeks. They just live in inconvenient places.....or are my overworked music teacher.
   ....................................and you know what? One more bonus fact!
6. My hair, which I recently dyed and cut, looks kinda good.

The end!

Health Monitering.

That's what keeps popping up on my laptop, because my power cord is retarded

But anyway, to continue my annoyance with Dane. It's over, although I am a bit more cautious with my affections toward him. He's fun, he's sarcastic, but he's also voilatile. I'm watching it.

Ultimate Annoyance

For all the times I've been slightly annoyed with Dane, this tops them all. Abosolutely. He is beign sullen and apathetic and I really don't know if he likes me or not. He's overworked and stretched way too thin and something has to give and that something, apparently, is his reationship with one of his students who happens to be his friend. I am so pissed off right now. I literally hate him. He's my best friend, but I can't tell him how I feel because he'd think I was overreacting and overthinking and wasting too much of my time on someone who doesn't have these caring feelings back.

We're done. Goodbye.

....now I just have to survive over a thousand miles in a confined space with him. Great.

And Dane, if you read this? Invoke a couple inside jokes and smile and start a damn conversation (oh no, I'm just here! being my usual "I don't give a flying--" self. involvement in your not professional life is accepted too.)

I wish it was two days ago. Oh dear God, I do.

ARGH.

I am going to kill my father. He can ruin a perfectly good, relaxing day with:

"I could come up and visit for an hour tomorrow."
...well, I have stuff to do...
"If you don't want me to..."

Shut. UP.