It's Senior Year, and I'm having all of the stereotypical "I DONT GIVE A FUCK" realizations. These people I see everyday? I probably won't see them again after this year. In fact, I've only known them a year. Last year was spent trying to hide all of my weirdness, the awkward qualities I've always hated.
This year's only just started and I'm already embracing my freaky side. Por ejemplo: crab walking through the hallways. Why? Because I can. And yesterday's audition may or may not have been maimed due to the fact that Andrew and I had been rehearsing the scene (NEW CHOICE!) as stoners a beautiful five minutes before we were about to go on. Now I'm in the one act, a fact I had looked down upon up until ten minutes ago when I realized HOW FUCKING COOL the one act is. And Pat is directing it (PAT PAT PAT PATPATPATPAT!!!!). Win.
Uhh, that's all. Oh, and highschool relationships are bullshit. Sorry to anyone who has them, but to me they have no meaning. They are stupid, and time spent worrying over them is stupid. Which only makes it all the more funny to me when people complain about their love lives. Or when I complain about my love life. Hah! What love life? Exactly.
Chris and Gabe talk about my non-relationship with Ben Phillips (we make awkward eye contact in the hallways), and in return I teach them East Coast slang I make up off the top of my head. When I get home from whatever extracurricular I have chosen to participate in for the day I sit down and play "Life on Mars" on the piano for half an hour. I make airplane noises while walking to AP Lit; I glare at my unusually cheerful Psych teacher.
Life is good.
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