BOOYEAH finished my research paper, going to school in like 10 minutes. I am the best student ever.
normally when accidental groping/butt-touching happens in manga or anime or fics or, well, anything i’m just like “lol that’s such bullshit that never happens”
but uh
uhm
i’m really sorry substitute teacher.
I have vocal and instrumental All-State auditions on Friday, and AP tests the next week, so I’m having my brother change my password until everything’s all clear.
I love you all. SDG, email me about TLC business if needed. Lil, DON’T LOOK AT MY BLOG OMG SPOILERS EVERYWHERE.
oh god wait what am i gonna do about 7x21 i want to liveblog it so badly
fuck
i’ll figure it out.
I wonder if I should say something to my crazy-ass Polish crew coach about his misinformed overuse of ‘gay’/’homo’ as insults. Because I don’t think he realizes that we have literally 3 out gay guys on the team (2 of whom are dating), 2 bisexual girls, and me, a pansexual.
Like, seriously, dude? You are on the queerest team on Long Island. Knock it off.
tears stream
down your face
when your brother leaves an unsaved document open and you have no idea what to do with it
uh
uhhhhh
but fuck it i’m basically crew’s bitch so i’ll do anything
These other requests will get done the day after tomorrow I think. Because you people choose the most obscure music. But it’s really good music. So I’ll learn it because I love you.
and because omg i just asked her to hang out with me (platonically) and go to the movies (platonically) tomorrow night and god i hope she says yes this is so fucking suspenseful how do people do this
Why can’t personal posts on Tumblr stay personal?
Seriously.
If I open up and put my story out there, it’s because I want support. Please shut the fuck up about it in real life, I’m trying to be open with you and it’s not working.
My big stage debut was last night and dear God it was perfect. I know I’m bragging (sorry this will sound really cocky but it’s my blog and I like telling you guys about my life so the following is fact and should be treated as such), but the crowd was dead silent in every scene of mine. My mom said I just cast a freaking wave of aweover them and oh mygod, the compliments man. I said all my lines perfectly, my trio and solo were flawless, I had the entire audience sobbing violently. This is my future omg omg omgyes
I definitely want to go to school for theatre now. Shooting, as always, for Yale. The problem is, though, that my strength is in deep, emotional, introspective sorts of roles. Most leading ladies in shows are cute giggly girly girls. So I’ll always be the second lead, but that’s alright, because I can knock it out of the ball park.
Second show tonight, cast party, matinee show tomorrow, cast party, and then I’m done. I can’t believe it’ll be over soon. ;3;
ren
willard
you two are so fucking gaaaaaaaaaaay
“It’s more like I’m on a date with you!”
“And you look so handsome tonight!”
the minute the show is over i am writing mad fic bro
