No body in the drama production can say they know nothing of passion. You walk into the drama room and you can feel it. The passion, the energy, the fire that burns within everyone, taking over them, and covering them in evil. It leaks off of them, in long slime strands. That feeling of adrenalin that courses through you, that, that my dears is Passion. That strong emotion that begs you to do something to release it. Do anything to make itself known. A haunting thing, ever present, ever burning. To set it free; expulsion. To bury it within; implosion. What shall we do, neh? Quite the little conundrum we have here don’t we? X X X X Oh, hey, did you know that I'm sabotaging the play? Yup that’s what he says, that I'm intentionally sabotaging the play and then I am letting you all drown. He said that me being idle is bringing down the play and that I encourage maligning gossipers to continue their great work. Wonderful, as if I wasn’t feeling useless enough. I don’t think he realizes that people have commitments outside of this production. I told him that I had household commitments to attend to. What did he say? ”You know the schedule months in advance!” You know what; I also knew I’d be working months in advance. Beat that asshole. OH! I'm sorry girls, I'm poisoning you! I must stop and repent, fore that is the only way to cure the feelings of the weak. He says that Kristina is weak for crying…Cherie is weak for walking out for an entire week. Don’t you dare talk about weak you sexist, arrogant bastard! He always protects the girls, the ones that have won his favoritism. That’s ok, he favors the talent-less wonders. So that’s ok, after the show, I’ll be happy to be out of their hair. I am not even sure if I will be going to class after the play. Just one more week girls. Hang on for one more week! We should have our own cast party after the show, I'm not really sure if I want to hang out with immature people who cannot handle their alcohol and I do not think I will keep my anger in if I am drunk and see cherie. I really think I would kick her ass if she provoked me whilst drunk. The only reason I would go would be to see everyone look like a fool, because that is all they ever do look like. I wish we could have on big bitch fest, right after the show, I would love that. Ooo! After the show, instead of going with them to wherever they are going, let’s go to Olive Garden! Yum yum yum, that would be Wonderful! When they are old and ripe with age, I should hope their journey is painful; Hell shall keep them, and their companions warm. That was 5 ‘maligning’ things guys. Now I have to go find another way of dealing with my anger and repeater it 5 times.