Stess, stress, stress. I can't focus. Rawr.

Not doing anything has been incredibly nice.

My mom called me her perfect child last night. I was kind of..shocked. Really shocked actually.

I really don't want another foot of snow. -sigh-

Today I watched this show on 'did the mob kill jfk?'. Best TV I've watched in a while besides House. Conspiracy theories are really interesting. My inner nerd adored it.

Today I took my theory final. I did so, so much better then I expected. Five wrong and the only one to get the entire first page right.

Elise the Musical is ah-maz-ing. Really though, I'm proud of us.

So, today at talent show auditions I fell during my dance. Story of my life. Seriously.
It was funny though.
Ahh, I'm so busy. Only a few more weeks!

I DON'T WANT IT TO SNOW!

Hum. I had a dream last night. It was familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.

Life is seriously overwhelming me right now. At least the year's half way done on Friday.

I've got it all figured out, why I want this year to end so badly.

I don't belong anywhere anymore. I feel like I don't belong to Lifeteen and whenever I go I feel like I shouldn't be there. I don't know anyone anymore. And it kind of bothers me. Lifeteen was my refuge. My one place where I could go to no matter what. I just feel like a stranger now. And that's partly why I haven't exactly made an effort to go lately. I feel like I don't exactly belong in the musical either. I miss last year so much. Same goes/went with band. I miss having an enormous group of people to be ridiculous with. I feel like I have two or three close people left. If that.

I've lost so much too. It's frustrating.

Overall, I just feel like I'm kind of just there this year. Just complacently watching others' lives play out.

I've kind of reverted back to the introverted me most of the time. Which isn't exactly a bad thing. I would really just like to be left alone with a book these days.

And that's why I crave summer so badly. To have it all back. To feel alive. To belong somewhere again.

I don't really feel like myself lately.

I would like it to be summer already.

Valentine's day is coming up. I really don't like this holiday. It's a waste of my life.

I'm so tired. And cold. I'm sick of this weather!

Today we recorded the last bits of Elise the Musical. I can't wait to see it. We're so ridiculous and honestly, I would never have it any other way.

There is no better feeling then the warmth of someone else's arms.

Last night I couldn't sleep and I've been so exhausted lately. I just need March to be over with.

I feel like 690349 things were trying to run through my mind at once.

It's nights like these I'm afraid everything will go back to the way it used to be.

I'm way too busy. I keep getting sick because of stress. I can't keep this up til May.

Just have to keep pushing forward. And sleep. Ha.

No cavities! Wooooooooooot.

Ah, today was really great. I got my room clean, recorded for Elise the Musical, and got to see Joe.

We made a fort. Heh.

I should stop listening to Copeland. It's reminding me too much of the summer.

I'm tired. Dentist tomorrow. Wonderful.

FOCUS.

You know what? Life is pretty good. Except MLIA is down. Ha.

I really want to start writing again.

I'm starting to pick up everything that I love[d] again. It feels so good.

I missed dancing so much.

Stress, sleepless, exhaustion. Yeah. But seriously, good mood out of no where all day. It was rather odd but hey, I'll take it.

I miss youuuuuuu.

I’ve got a way
of finding out what you said,
but I want to hear it from the butcher’s mouth.
I’ve got a way
of freaking out all your friends when I’m talking out loud.
But it ends me when I can tell that I’ve become the person I can’t take, that I hate,
a person so much like you.

I’ve got a way.
Your jealous eyes, with reckless pride, feasting on the wealth.
I’ve got a way.
This little click, brick by brick, has turned upon itself.

You’re a broken record repeating these vanities.
Over and over again.

You find your words and made them work for you,
and trust me, people will drink them in.
The absence of a witness, no one to see this.
Hid your affection for self-obsession and the greed.
But now it’s back to your, back to your knees.