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Today I am a schoolgirl. Tomorrow, a stripper.

Holy Hell. I printed my thesis. I've never printed all of the parts together. It's an inch and a half thick.

I'm still not done. Have to cut tracks. Make cds.

But soon enough I'll be a human being again. I promise.

I'm counting down days until life as I know it is over. I turn in my thesis. Ok.... So I'll be done with school.


....Then What?



I have always measured my life in semesters and school years.

My thesis is due in one week.
Seven Days.

Seven Days to hunt down more sources, write a comparative chapter, finalize a script and score, cut a cd, obtain the unanimous approval of my advisors, and print copies for the gods of my small world.

The night I hand it in, I'm auditioning to be a strip-dancer.

Ok, just because I was damaging egos, I have started keeping a friends list. I've adopted an automatic approval policy. But I don't like it!

You all know you were my friends before we had an agreement in writing, don't you?

My show went really beautifully after the first-night hitches. ....Even my family really enjoyed it.

My show opened tonight.

One of my friends laughed at a really extremely wholly inappropriate moment. And he knew it was inappropriate. And he knew that if he laughed, everyone would laugh, because they were all looking for an excuse not to cry. I would have walked out of my own play if the door had been nearby. Instead I sat clawing my palms, as...
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After you rape the virgin mary, the best thing to do is drink. I'm only looking out for my health here....

Ok, so my final draft is due in three weeks. Who's gonna volunteer to shut down my internet until it is done?

I have this feeling that everything glows and is beauitiful, but I am just too tired now to understand it.



Rock me to sleep.

I swear to god I'm not kidding when I say I'm losing my Judas to the Witness Protection Program.

Someone should make a rule that The Crush and I are not allowed to socialize. As it turns out, we make boys cry.