February 2012
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I’m so stoked to be heading home now. We finally finished up the rhythm ensemble performance for the Prime Minister here in Singapore. It went well, he seemed pleased anyway. I’m so exhausted though, there’s this video shoot I have to be at tomorrow and I still have two monologues, a short scene and a presentation on West Side Story to work on. Oh! And not to mention two really...
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I’m so ridiculously upset. This is just so silly, why do I make myself feel this way? I just would really like a hug right now. That’s all.
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I stopped living in a state of constant oblivion through working and avoiding my emotions for a minute and was hit by what felt like a ten foot wave. All I can think about before I finally crash and burn is how much I miss you and your stupid (gorgeous) face and your annoyingly (lovely) deep voice and our horrible (wonderful) conversations. Fuck distance with a razor sharp spear. Really....
Don’t put me on, just let me in How many times did you let me win? Give me one more, my ticket’s in Oh, can we try again Can we try again I don’t wanna believe or be in love I don’t wanna be, believin’ in love
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I just want to go out and get fucked up tonight. End of disgustingly random proclamation.
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