Gail (gailmarie) wrote,
Gail
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Well it's full speed, baby. In the wrong direction. There's a few more bruises

Please be honest, Mary Jane, are you happy? Please, don't censor your tears.

Fuck, that song is awesome.

And will someone please remind me next time mommy asks if I want to go to dinner with her and Dad...JUST SAY NO! It's like drugs...but you don't even get the fun euphoria with it. It's just pure hell the whole time.

College came up. Mommy's requirements:
-Cheap
-Good theatre program (that's actually for me...she's so considerate. Ha.)
-Less than 8 hours away.
So much for leaving the Midwest. I feel the need to make myself feel better with a quote from The Great Gatsby:

That's my middle-west--not the wheat or the prairies or the lost Swede towns but the thrilling, returning trains of my youth and the street lamps and sleigh bells in the frosty dark and the shadows of holly wreaths thrown by lighted windows on the snow.

And

I see now that this has been a story of the West, after all--Tom and Gatsby, Daisy and Jordan and I, were all Westerners, and perhaps we possessed some deficiency in common which made us subtly unadaptable to Eastern life.

I love the Midwest. I do. But in the same way that I love school. I'd explain, but I feel it would be in vain. I just...We all need a vacation every once in a while. When do I get mine?

Bah. The chorus concert went well though. I'm regretting not trying out for Choraliers (our show choir). I wouldn't have made it...but what if I had? I didn't even try. *sigh* Life is full of regrets, n'est pas? Best to just not think of them and move on. Yes, I'm fine. "Don't forget, no regrets" - Barenaked Ladies, "Thanks That Was Fun".

I should go do homework. Or go to sleep. Either would be better than sitting here and accomplishing nothing.

*sighs* And I lost a slipper. Just one. How the hell does someone lose a slipper? I'm convinced that my kitty ate it. Stupid cat.

Oh yeah, and I have a headache. What's new, eh?

[EDIT: Oh, and I looked damned good tonight, and no one said anything. Dammit! I hate fishing for complements, but please, someone tell me that you love me. Tell me I'm worth while. Tell me I'm not a complete failure as a person. Tell me I'm loveable and sweet. Something! BAH!!!!]
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