it's such a shame for us to part

mood: blank
music: monarch of the glenn
CPCetc: but... but... *looks around at strangely empty life*

Wow. Six weeks and a dead audience later, Still Life is finished. I really don't know how I feel.

I'm glad I had this experience, and I'm glad that it's something I can say I did, but I don't think I want to do it again. I like the fact that I managed to come out of this without scaring any friendships, but I've hated myself for the past three weeks. And I don't really want to.

There go any delusional dreams of becoming a director. Oh well. Such is life. Guess I'll have to be a chorus girl forever. But, meh. There are worse things in life.

However! One good thing has come out of this: the discovery that all of the Wesleyan kids want me over there! I feel super special! Nawww... Love those guys. *cuddles all of them*

I smell kind of funny. *sniffs* Ew.

I really don't want to go to school tomorrow. Someone want to pretend to be me for a day? *snuggles random blankie*