Ah, the joys of procrastination.

Sitting in English, where i should be working on an essay comparing short-story characters but am instead quite obviously blogging. I don't know what even possessed me to come back to this-- i usually only blog late at night when my house is asleep and i get all pensive and afraid of the ghosts in the window.



Anyway. Hamlet performances are coming up soon, and i'm really excited, but also nervous; not so much at the prospect of performing in front of people, but more at the knowledge that it will be over soon and that i'll never see all my new friends again. Of course i knew i was getting into this when i tried out for a play at another school, but it's so much better than the alternative-- doing nothing every day after school but working, going to see High School Musical because blah blah blah blah blah.



Are you still paying attention? Why?





I'm beginning to think i may be manic-depressive. On Friday i was telling my mom that since i can't afford to go to Seattle U then i won't be here to go to Bumbershoot, and i just started sobbing. I don't cry, but this was all-out, hopeless, desperate, three-hours-face-down-on-my-kitchen-table-in-a-pool-of-my-own-tears sobbing. Yeah. And then yesterday, i was in the greatest mood ever. Felt like a i could run a marathon, do a dance, maybe even clean something. Am i losing my mind? Maybe. One way to find out.