Auditions are tomorrow. I’m pretty terrified that I’ll get an awful part and only have three lines and not get to go to competition. I think I might shoot my self in the face if I don’t go to competition this year. I really might.
Speaking of nerves, I really need to stop wanting to vomit every time I talk to cute boys. It’s getting old really fast. I mean, seriously. I am not a shy person until I’m standing in front of a pair of brown eyes.
Speaking of boys, I’ve got Mr. Cellophane talking to me now. I mean, it’s sort of cute.
“Hey, how’s that guy you were talking about?” he says to me. He gets the blank face.
“Oh! That guy,” I remember. “I haven’t spoken to him yet because I want to vomit on my shoes every time I think about talking to him, because I’m so shy.”
Now, don’t tell me boys ask about other boys just for conversational purposes. I’m not dumb. Boys are cute, even if a little transparent on occasion.
I’m getting pretty lazy this week, not gonna lie. I’m kinda tired of typing right now, even though I have some pretty funny things to say. Maybe later. I dunno.
I’m just not feeling it today. It’s been an off week.
