Showing posts with label drama. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drama. Show all posts

Thursday, February 26, 2009

I've liked him since last semester when my suitemate heard me in the bathroom and invited me to share wine with her and some friends. Call me intellectually promiscuous but there was something about the way he argued philosophy and politics that I found so HOTT. He's not that bad looking, either. Well, his hair is icky but I don't care all that much. This semester we are in a creative writing class together and he told another girl in the class that he really likes me. Awesome, right?

Complications: I am in an "open" relationship. We're not boyfriend/girlfriend but neither of us are really single and I don't have any problems just hooking up with this guy but I can't see myself in a relationship and I'm not sure if he just wants my booty. Also, the day my friend told me that he likes me I got a text message from one of my really good (drama queen) friends that said "I am 100% totally crushing on [him]." Lame. I liked him first. He likes me. He doesn't like her at all and only hangs out with her because I'm around her all the time.

I want to be with him so badly but I don't know what to do! I thought drama disappeared in college but I was dead wrong.


Anonymous
2/26/2009
12:31:00 PM

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Get me out of actors ensemble!!!!!


Anonymous
10/18/2007 07:23:00 PM

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

"And life is for the alive, my dear, So let's keep living it --!"

--Sweeney Todd

PS: COME SEE IT KTHX. And listen for my terribly exciting part--I play the linnet bird. :D

Sunday, March 04, 2007

There are several possibilities:

1. Just when I get a steady boyfriend, more than one suitor starts showing amorous attentions toward me, and it is a cruel twist of fate that I have to turn so many nice guys away simply for being too late.

2. These attentions are completely platonic and I, in my self-centered mind, perceive them wrongly as being of a romantic nature to make myself feel more desired.

3. I feel trapped in a long-term relationship to which I committed before realizing exactly what that commitment meant, and I deal with those feelings by inviting the attentions of other paramours and subconsciously engaging in emotional affairs with all of them.

4. I'm just a bitch.

More and more I believe in number four.


Anonymous
10:30:00 PM

Saturday, March 03, 2007

I hate having panic attacks and that when I'm trying to surpress one I become a bitch


Anonymous
09:23:00 PM

Monday, February 26, 2007

My friends are all screwing up their lives so badly that it is no longer possible for me to bear their burdens and obsess over their problems.

In a way, it's good. At least my problems are solved now.


Anonymous
08:22:00 PM

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

wow so i just saw on the news that theres an investigation over crazy anti-Islam guy at Enloe. They said the school system requested an apology to enloe students and that ***** be disciplined. (Don't know if i spelled ***** right)


Anonymous
11:07:00 PM

Sunday, February 04, 2007

Why do I continuously torture myself?

You're a jerk, a complete asshole. You're a diva and you brag about sex. I hate you.

But I still really, really like you. I stay up too late just in case you want to complain to me. I encourage you. I ignore my friends. I can't sleep because it makes me sick.

And the worst part is that you will abosolutely never, ever like me. You tell me about different girls, you ask me to tell you how wonderful you are.

What are we, Echo and Narcissus?

Or am I just...nothing? Nothing at all?

If I were to kill myself right now, could anyone trace it back to you? Would you care?

I'd like to pretend you would.

But I know... you don't give a fuck.

So why do I?


Anonymous
12:07:00 AM

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

did god choose to smite us and make this the year of angst... or did hamlet, bat boy, and sweeney make it that way?


Anonymous
10:14:14 PM

Monday, November 13, 2006

FUCK! the chorus kids come home tonight.

let tomorrow be known as the day when the shit hit the fan!


Anonymous
06:05:08 PM

Friday, November 03, 2006

tonight we have the opening night of our school play, "The Laramie Project".

and guess what? Fred Phelps (reportedly) and his congregation, the Westboro Baptist Church from Kansas is coming... to picket us. They're picketing like 9 churches (just in time for all the masses) and then picketing outside our school Saturday night and the Sunday matinee show.

Basically, they just want to get a rise out of people so that they can get into an argument (hopefully a physical one) and the people can sue us. That's how they get their money to do this.

What the fuck must be going on their heads? "God hates fags"; "God hates Jews"; "the gays caused hurricane katrina"... seriously, i'd like to ask the guy what the fuck is wrong with him, and without giving him a chance to preach any more religious crap to me (i've been approached by jehovah's witnesses three times this week) ... i'd like to knock him out cold.


but at the same time, i kind of just want to have a conversation with him, and see if he was like beaten as a child or something, and if that's what caused his ridiculous ideology.


i really hope our school doesn't make a spectacle of itself... i hope we become models to how the rest of the nation should be. I hope no one starts a fight, or eggs him, or anything. i hope we get the strength to walk by coolly (maybe make a snarky comment or two), and just ignore that fucker until he just goes home.


Anonymous
04:55:15 PM

Sunday, October 15, 2006

To whomever played the gravedigger in hamlet, <3.


Anonymous
11:14:41 PM

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

So Hamlet? I thought it looked good and am excited about seeing it. GP (and any other anonymous tangsters who happen to be in it), you guys did good.


Queen Sekaf
07:56:33 PM

Friday, September 09, 2005

My life has quirky characters, paced scenes, and plot. I wonder sometimes if everyone's is like this, or if I'm just different, or if it's because I'm a writer.


Anonymous
05:44:44 PM