BUSY is IN

INSANITY.

 

I enjoy every minute of it.

 

...Ever heard of the word 'sarcasm'?

 


High school would've been better if projects were never required and homeworks aren't needed. It would be cool if examinations and memorizations were never originted.

 

But nooooo those damned smart people just have to be smart.

 

Well, I hope they're happy torturing me now.

 

 


GAWD life for me is the opposite of cool. My Press Conference is next week (Thursday to Saturday... yes, Saturday, I mean, hello?!) and it's on the same day as my Unit Examinations. Technically, that means that I'm going to be excused for the tests and instead take a special exam, but my (baka) sophomores, juniors and seniors insist on taking it the same day. Have they no consideration of me? I mean, hello, freshman here?

 

 

 


My moderator said that I'm not allowed to enter any written contest because I'm in the newspaper club. Bitch.


 


Oh yeah. The play. The script I made was alright, the teachers said (lazy arses...) and I do not know what got into them to effing include me in the musical play. I wrote the freaking script and they expect me to smile and stand at the middle of the stage and dance.

 

 

Yes, dance.

 

I DON'T DANCE.

 

 


So, that's two, right? Add another one. We have a second play (actually, it's the first), entitled 'The Oil Lamp' and it's all about this poor little family and the old lady and the weird sudden voice and God and the storm and the lamp and sack that showed up at the middle of nowhere.

 

 

Something like that.

 

The thing is, I'm the one who's to edit the script for our group, and I still haven't made it because of everything else that's happening in this screwed up life of mine.

 

They were demanding it last week, and I was like, "Why don't you do it, then?"

 

 


Everything, you'd think, is enough--- more than enough, actually.

 

 

But, no, I'm still persistent and stubborn on adding another one.

 

I'm still going with my novel entry in the NaNoWriMo Challenge, and no fucking play is going to stop me.

 

Even if I don't have to sleep every single night.

 

 


 

INSANITY.

 

It's a puzzle. I love insanity. I am insanity.

 

But here I am, screaming my head off because of it.

 

Oh, the irony, indeed.

 


Amidst my HORRIBLY BUSY SCHEDULE, I, at the very least, manage to do something, so, yeah, I'm currently:

 

eating: Banana Que (sugar-coated bananas)

drinking: Iced Tea

reading:  Vampire Academy

watching: La Corda D'Oro

being: a NaNoWriMo challenger, a dancer (augh), a student, a sister, a daughter, a friend

 

...God, that was tacky.

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

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