shoot me.

 mmmm face. not AS bad, still pretty painful. spoons + taking out eyeballs= bad. even if it's just what it feels like, not reality. fail. 

in other news, the one act play I was supposed to be in, has been cancelled. due to losing a director and main actor (same person) to school issues. great. especially because he was also in the one I'm directing and I'll have to recast, pulling from the already small enough pool of drama kids available. I think u have something like... 3 or 4 to choose from. and only two know how to put any emotion in. neither are right for the part though. dilemma!!!!!! too bad we couldn't all fold, but this is a big chunk of my grade, so I should be doing it. really just want to start on writing my own right now though. so many ideas flowing for what I want to do. 

also, mr.bone is pretty much figured that bitchface is taking his day 2s from him. which suckkkkks, since he was one of the reasons that I came to the school in the first place. and if she makes us do paper mâché I will storm out of that class. it will be a big scene, now don't make me do it. apparently she's moving stuff in starting Friday. *makes mental list of different names to call that whore* gunna miss having class with mr.bone. pottery club on day ones won't be enough. 

school year so far = fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk. failage. want to come back home. 

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