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I won't be sad when TiTC ends.
Wait, let me revise that. I will be sad when TiTC ends: no more class with some of the funniest, nicest people I know (even if I am the class outcast...), no more fanmail, no more acting for an hour and spending a good portion of the rest of the day doing nothing...
But I won't miss the aching body, the headaches, the draining of all your energy. I won't miss lugging boxes inside. I won't miss stupid, mean teachers and principals. I won't miss being looked down upon because I'm a high school student.
What a mixed bag...
Sigh. And now I want to get a summer job in a play. Bwahahaha. ^_^; We can all see that NOT happening...
Maybe I should type up a resumé and see if Chantal's work wants to hire... After all, I could make good money there... 'cept I'm not sure I'd like the hours... Sigh. I'm not cut out for menial labour. Unfortunately, this means my wallet hates my guts. Makes one more thing that does...
(Ikuhara the con-whore!)
Ahh, practically no school Friday. That's either a blessing or a curse. We have no show; everyone but me, Jeff and PJ are going to formal. Soooo... I have one morning class. Gotta get Bryan to drive me home or something. (Yeah, right... I'll just hang around Second Cup all day like the loser I am. Writing poetry. ^_^;)
Bah.
Wait, let me revise that. I will be sad when TiTC ends: no more class with some of the funniest, nicest people I know (even if I am the class outcast...), no more fanmail, no more acting for an hour and spending a good portion of the rest of the day doing nothing...
But I won't miss the aching body, the headaches, the draining of all your energy. I won't miss lugging boxes inside. I won't miss stupid, mean teachers and principals. I won't miss being looked down upon because I'm a high school student.
What a mixed bag...
Sigh. And now I want to get a summer job in a play. Bwahahaha. ^_^; We can all see that NOT happening...
Maybe I should type up a resumé and see if Chantal's work wants to hire... After all, I could make good money there... 'cept I'm not sure I'd like the hours... Sigh. I'm not cut out for menial labour. Unfortunately, this means my wallet hates my guts. Makes one more thing that does...
(Ikuhara the con-whore!)
Ahh, practically no school Friday. That's either a blessing or a curse. We have no show; everyone but me, Jeff and PJ are going to formal. Soooo... I have one morning class. Gotta get Bryan to drive me home or something. (Yeah, right... I'll just hang around Second Cup all day like the loser I am. Writing poetry. ^_^;)
Bah.
