Tuesday, 17 January 2012
04:17:54 AM (GMT)
What? It's catchy and it's on my phone..
ANYWAY, hmm, my life, uh...
As far as I'm concerned, Branden is one of the half-dozen people on Earth
Who gives a crap about me. Um, it bothers me when the same people like my "Tbh"
On Facebook, like, seriously, STOP TRYING TO GET ME TO SAY NICE THINGS TO YOU!
I PROBABLY RAN OUT OF THINGS TO SAY BUT IM TOO NICE TO MENTION ANYTHING!!
Musical rehearsals are getting brutal, I really like the Havana scene. So dramatic,
Very talented dancers. I can sense the tension in them. They're thinking "I hope I
Mess up, I hope I, AH, I hope nobody noticed, hehe, just smile and dance"
But they're great. The girls are all beautiful and skinny and make me wanna throw a
For not looking like that but whatever. Mother monitors EVERYTHING I eat like she's
Me for an eating contest. No mom, I don't wanna eat 10000 kilos of food.
I gain 500 every time. Or at least it feels like it.
I signed myself for a solo/ensemble for choir. Nervous as fuck. Gotta learn my song
Once I get my stuff. I don't even know if I'm good enough. I'm eligible though. But
Being up on stage. Alone. Makes me anxious. And hyperventilate. Bleh.
hmmm. Branden's birthday is on Wednesday. Making him pancakes.