Oh STFU.

Done with all the emo posts. Back to musing and what not. For now.

Ok. So I need to get my AP assignment up to scratch. At this point, it’s more or less…nowhere. We’ve tried to get some work done but we’ve got 80% more to complete. We is the screwedness.

I’m getting tired of being jostled into doing this and that and this and that. I think I’m entitled to my own opinions right. I can make SOME decisions on my own, without having 5 billion people telling me how to run my life. I mean, come on- I’m not a fucking toddler.

Oh Buried Child by Sam Shepard is such a messed up play. Holy cow. It’s so dark and dramatic and sooooooooo Alex Chua :)

I’m happy to be a part of it, but the fact that there isn’t much to do bothers me a weeeeeee bit. Oh well, hopefully we’ll be busier come next week eh…?

I want a makeover. Real bad.

And I’m discovering that perhaps I am more flawed than I ever imagined. Perhaps, my pretty little world isn’t as pretty as I thought it was. The cracks are starting to show and I wonder how much of it was my own contribution. Time for some soul-searching.