Greivances
-the amount of times things are repeated in my house
- the amount of times Im interupted
-the amount of times my personal space is invaded by the wrong people
-the uncanny semblance of a sausage that girl has
-the way the stage crew can't take a plain order and just...do it
-that laugh
-the amount of times she's wearing his hat
-her face
-the way she walks like she's in a debaucherous paperback
-the amount of times 4 measures of music is repeated at rehersal
-when people just out of no where start talking to other people while they're on the phone with me, while I'm talking
-the amount of disdain she has for the crew: move your own flippin custom made set peices
-the way that woman yells EVERYTHING
-the amount of times she says "you break it, you're out of the number. put it in your bin or don't take it."
-the fact that we cant put our feet on the auditorium chairs, like they're flippin velvet
-the way my little brother meows entire paragraphs
-how I can't cry anymore, just make choking sounds
-the fact that I only like 4 people in the musical
-my frickin APUS text book STOP WRITING SO ILLUSTRIOUSLY! The greatest American writers were concise, not verbose and implicit. STOP!
-I have to go back to Brian Winger in a couple of days
-I havent talked to Sarah at all
-Bekki Slewa!
-her HUGE gums
-the way that kid has to be slapstick funny ALL THE TIME
-how my hands never get warm
-those ugly lights above the platforms
-the dust content of the air backstage
I'm effing losing my mind.
posted by M.Jazz @ 11:00 PM
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