I dunno, just felt like saying something. I have a couple poems to submit, but since I'm at school, I'll do it later. Hmmm.... so I've been having to lug this huge bag around due to dress rehearsal for my Intro to Theatre final. I've got two fucked up laptops, a long blond wig, some papers, a pair of black pants and a plaid shirt, and, maybe a book (I don't remember if I put it in there). I'm also luggin around a horrifically ugly Stewie sweatshirt (you know, the baby fom family guy), and my purse. I can feel the muscle affected by my shingles try to pop up and sting me with each step. I love theatre, but this is just lame.

Hmm... maybe I should post that script too. It sucks, but some might be amused by it. Maybe when I write the improvement during whatever free time I have.

Oh, and I'm supposed to commit to a story about my mom's side of the family. A novel. My mom thinks that if I do it, it'll make the family rich (hahahaha). I want to, but I'm not sure I have the time or want to take the effort to call up my living family members and interview them. Hell, I don't even have the questions to ask...

Well, anyway, that's what's up with me. Hello, goodbye, let's dance.

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(if I forgot about u, I apologise greatly)

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