Anger. Betrayal. Dreamworlds.

A girl in the shape of a monster.

A monster in the shape of a girl.

Yes, so I'm studying Shape of a Girl in ENGl 145. Thankfully. It's a wonderful play.
I like plays.

School is almost over. I don't have anything planned for the summer other than work, someplace, and perhaps the Impromaniacs, or Victoria Shakespeare Society. Plus singing lessons, and continuation of the dancing.

Its going to be terribly weird not having my life full of theatrics, and extreme busy-ness.

Of course, now my normal human tendencies might come to light. Like, my bitter singularity. Really? Well I'm not bitter, I'm just frustrated that nothing has happened yet. Not to be a prick, but I'm a very good catch. Hook me, and you'll get the whopper. BIG FISH. CHYEAH.
Hmm?

I'm not really doing anything to work on the whole being single thing, and to tell you the truth I'm pretty lazy about it. In my dreamworld, someone (who was extremely attractive and had quite the exquisite personality) would want to pursue me. And I wouldn't have to do any work.

But that's the part of me that doesn't know how to flirt. Won't actually put himself out there.

And I'm would like an attainable crush fo' once. Current: a little old.

Oh yeah. Plan for summer: GET OUT. HAVE FUN. PARTY.
But not be a slut.

O Morpheus, Dreamking, you are a wondrous man. O Sandman.

"Not with a bang, but a whimper."

Ps. I'm incredibly excited for Second Year and all the Auditions I'm going to do.