Time is going too fast - I cannot get a hold on anything.
Everything seems to have speed-of-lightness at the moment. What to do? Eh?
There is no time for panto rehearsals, there is no time for Anything Goes, there is no time to actual work, and Heaven knows I need to start doing some of that, if I want to get into any unis. Although, I may as well give up now, as two of them want three As, and the other two want AAB, and the last two don't want anything to do with me.
So, in summary, I am fucked.
And not even in the good way.
Also, we have a squirrel in our house. I know, I know, it could only happen to me. It is currently residing under the fridge.
We have named it Simon.
I have not talked to anyone in a long time.
And it worries me that I am only half bothered by this fact.
I can't do tomorrow. I just can't do it. I think I'm going to crumble. Or snap. I don't know, but there will be disintergration of sorts.
I wish I'd done my essays.
I wish I had a proper part in Rites. I'd like to tell the truth.
This blog is starting to feel like a poem.
I blame Zadie Smith. Damn her and her autographing.
I would like to be able to drive, please. If that's not too much of a problem. I'd like time to stop for a week. Just one week, whilst I do some rectifying. I'd like to dye my hair. And I'd like to marry someone rich. Or at least, go out with someone rich, and then they can buy me expensive presents.
The curser is hovering over the button. Never mind.
8 comments:
I sense that you are somewhat down in les dumps.
*is nice to Cassie*
Please swap with me for our parts in Rites. I hate doing the stupid accent and being an old woman and plus I'm too selfish/lazy/distracted to give enough of a fuck to work on it properly. At least you'd do a decent job of it. GWAN, SWAP.
Wow, word verification is oywpowhy.
L'agree.
Yes I do.
I love you still though.
x
Cheer up pet. At least you haven't fallen into a cave and been eaten by monsters like the lasses in The Descent.
At least you aren't going to get your ass handed to you by an Oxford Interviewer who will see about ten seconds into the interview that you know nothing about English literature.
Oh fuck I am fucked
Ditto but in German, thwp.
I know your feelings, Carsie, life is truly an arse winking with both cheeks.
Ah, cheer up boy. Cassie, I mean. Well, Tom too, whoever he is. I love you. I wish you were here today; I needed a laugh.
At least you didn't nearly get crushed on a stupid stage with Matchbox. Or nearly sign an old man's forehead.
'Mael! You love Tom? Rather forward considering you don't know who he is.
Cass - cheer up duck/petal/love/babe/hun/any other annoying nicknamey thing.
I love you too, mr beaman
Well, I was actually talking to Cassie...
Never mind either way.
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