not for all the jewels in the crown

my show is this weekend, and i'm excited/stressed/anxious/nervous. this week is really busy for me in terms of schoolwork, because after this week there's only one week left before winter break, so teachers are throwing in a lot of extra assignments. i have rehearsal every night this week till eight, except for thursday, which goes to eleven, and friday, which is our first show.
but i'm really excited. some of my best friends are in this show, and it's coming along really well.

the grown-ups are certainly very odd.

i read the little prince in about an hour. i marked so many pages, the side of the book is like a little forest of sticky notes. bright pink sticky notes.

i miss everybody right now. i want to watch a dance movie; either step up or center stage. (i always only see the last few scenes when they're on tv. same with the 10 things i hate about you but that's not a dance movie.)

i found my mullholand drive print in the closet; i'm trying to figure out where it will fit on my wall.

no day but today

i watched rent last night, cried through pretty much the whole thing. angel's funeral service and the finale, especially.

and i changed my language to pirate on facebook, and it's making the whole thing so much more entertaining.

run, jack, run

i'm so tired.
i'm really glad we have tomorrow off, because i'm not even halfway done with all my work yet.

in five years' time

halloween was..i don't know. i don't want to say boring but it kind of was.
i went to a party that was my third choice of places to go, and i thought it was going to be kind of stupid, and it was. there were all these slutty girls with short skirts, and i'm sitting there in my tights and sweatshirt and crown and converse, and half the people didn't know who i was supposed to be.

now i'm bogged down with projects and homework and my room is really messy and i don't know where anything is.
i'm just really frustrated right now.

growing, growing up beside you

(i wrote this at like midnight last night, and then after that i couldn't sleep.)
(also, this is edited down.)

you're my old spice dog, dancing on two feet,
try 3, 1, 2, 3, higher and higher
and everything you say is based on a system of scissors, clones, and glue while your octopus menagerie of problems regrows its missing feelings for people who also have feelings for people who try to have feelings.
as we sit in a hallway, getting our fill of sours and sugar, you called me some name i haven't heard since i spent my warm, sunny california days under a beige cloth cover stretched over a deep cement amphitheatre. as we sit secretly behind a corner where only thirsty little kids venture, we watch an old movie and discuss teleporting versus apparating.
it's you telling me that the letter i wrote you during spanish, math, and detention was the best card you'd ever gotten and that you were going to frame it and put it on the wall, that made me want to write you a thousand more letters.
and maybe i will, and maybe this is one of them; one of the many, i'm sure, that i will never give you or send you.

safety.

oh wow. good times in spanish iii.
(christina trying to fasten her seatbelt for paco y pico)

we
are
cool.
i miss that girl a lot. occasionally she comes by my locker and kicks me, and usually makes fun of me for being short.


...and the frost dragon came along and blew you all out of the mall! WOOOOSHHH!