and so it ended
West Side Story ended forever last night with the dinner theatre. and it rocked. We got through it, and man... I'm missin' it. G gave this sort of Goodbye thing to people who were leaving after this year, and it got me even teary eyed. I didn't need to think about it too much either, which is...funny. but yeah, the musical rocked, and I really am going to miss people. Chris is gone now, and everyone else is going to peel off from reality, so.. there you go.
after the musical we all went to Denny's. My first visit ever there, and I break a glass. jesus, way to go Emily. i didn't mean to. but yeah, it was good. then we shifted it over to a pub (I didn't drink, of course. i'm underage, duh) for a little. that was kind of bad. then BRAM TO THE RESCUE. he invited us over to his place, so we hung out there until about 1:30. then Sari drove me and Dani home.
but yeah, it wasn't bad at all. and now,its all over.
everything is done. over.
except for fucking essays.
I have to work tonight. damnit. I really don't want to. If I didn't have to, I would still be asleep right now, enjoying my West-side-Story-Soundtracked dreams. seriously, those are the only songs in my head. so I'm listening to radiohead now, trying to get that musical out and gone.
man, that sucks. it's all over.
literally. it really is. thats the only fact I'm having trouble with. I can get over no more performances, I can get over not seeing people afterwards (I guess), but the actual fact that this entire run of mine, this trip through highschoool with these people i first met, is finally ending. But i'm not going anywhere. I have to improvise with what I do next year, while all these other people finally go off to make their lives something they can survive on. it's all done. these awesome, amazing people are finally disappearing. like they were never real.
honestly, they are the most amazing people I've ever known.
well, enough of that.
tired legs. tired head. tired and cold fingers. need to work on damn essay. doctors tomorrow to bitch about the wrist. another essay. more homework. more things, more things, more deaths...fuckin...
West Side Story ended forever last night with the dinner theatre. and it rocked. We got through it, and man... I'm missin' it. G gave this sort of Goodbye thing to people who were leaving after this year, and it got me even teary eyed. I didn't need to think about it too much either, which is...funny. but yeah, the musical rocked, and I really am going to miss people. Chris is gone now, and everyone else is going to peel off from reality, so.. there you go.
after the musical we all went to Denny's. My first visit ever there, and I break a glass. jesus, way to go Emily. i didn't mean to. but yeah, it was good. then we shifted it over to a pub (I didn't drink, of course. i'm underage, duh) for a little. that was kind of bad. then BRAM TO THE RESCUE. he invited us over to his place, so we hung out there until about 1:30. then Sari drove me and Dani home.
but yeah, it wasn't bad at all. and now,its all over.
everything is done. over.
except for fucking essays.
I have to work tonight. damnit. I really don't want to. If I didn't have to, I would still be asleep right now, enjoying my West-side-Story-Soundtracked dreams. seriously, those are the only songs in my head. so I'm listening to radiohead now, trying to get that musical out and gone.
man, that sucks. it's all over.
literally. it really is. thats the only fact I'm having trouble with. I can get over no more performances, I can get over not seeing people afterwards (I guess), but the actual fact that this entire run of mine, this trip through highschoool with these people i first met, is finally ending. But i'm not going anywhere. I have to improvise with what I do next year, while all these other people finally go off to make their lives something they can survive on. it's all done. these awesome, amazing people are finally disappearing. like they were never real.
honestly, they are the most amazing people I've ever known.
well, enough of that.
tired legs. tired head. tired and cold fingers. need to work on damn essay. doctors tomorrow to bitch about the wrist. another essay. more homework. more things, more things, more deaths...fuckin...
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