Just a little more time is all we're asking for...

Feeling: torn
I have two tests tomorrow. What SHOULD I be doing now? Studying. Why am I not doing that? Because...I don't know. Oh well. I'm tired and right now I don't really care. I will do fine on the Spanish test, and the history I think I am pretty well prepared for. I hope. hah. Wednesday at 6:30 p.m. I guess there is going to be a reading thing of the newly revised edition of this year's school play with the author there...who is Dallas, I believe. Any road, he said that he's asked some of the drama II and directed studies students and students who have shown an interest in the play/acting to come if they'd like. I don't think it's anything special. But I am glad that I'll be able to get a better idea about what the play is like and such. It kinda sucks though because it is a musical and I don't know what kind of parts there will be...if any...that don't require one to sing. Because, singing is not my specialty. lol. Not that I'll get in or anything, but knowing that you don't have to sing for all of the parts would definitely up my chances. For English we had to read William Faulkner's short story, "A Rose For Emily", written in the Southern Gothic tradition, as our current area of study happens to be Gothic writers. Anyhow, it was quite odd. It was awesome, but odd, and grotesque. I love Gothic writing. It is so wonderful. The whole story seems almost ordinary, if not depicting a slightly pitiful character, until you get to the end. Short stories are the acest of the ace. I love them. Okay, well, I'm done for now. I'm too tired. G'night. Love ya all you septics out there. "So if you're lost and on your own You can never surrender And if your path won't lead you home You can never surrender And when the night is cold and dark You can see, you can see light Cause no one can take away your right To fight and never surrender"
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Whoa, we're a lot alike. I know it sounds odd but I cant describe it. I like your diary colors and all that jazz.
--Kayla