drunken shakespeare

to: {:S:}

april 8

8:27p.m.

dear s,

so, today was immensely long.

i cannot believe we had to drive all the way to school on the bus, and wait a half an hour at school before we could go home (even though the power was out at school, which is why it was cancelled).

sigh, at least it allowed us to chat and run into our fav teacher and young his daughter at the cafe.

though, apart from our bus driver buying the entire bus ice cream sandwiches, and forcing you to get something from the Goat, today was a bust. 

[: anxiety :]

even though i got a significant scholarship for uni, it's hard for me to explain my irritation with myself and the unfairness of life {yes, yes i know life is actually fair because it is unfair to everyone}. 

it's just, i poured so much of myself into my work {only you really know how...extremely dedicated i am}, and now i feel very...empty and, unfulfilled? agh, i don't know. 

i mean, i know life doesn't really owe anyone  anything, regardless of how hard, or how little someone works and how good or bad of a person someone is, but it still all seems so twisted. disheartened may be the best way to describe my feelings.

//sigh//

i miss you even though i was just speaking with you like 2 hours ago before you went to piano [ how am i going to deal without constant contact with you next year??] 

 i'd like to take a moment to thank you for being such a majestically wonderful sisterfriend, who always has my back //cringe// and who always is willing to listen, and contribute to my rants and venting sessions. i can't express how therapeutic it is for me and how much i appreciate it.

whoa, that's heavy!

{:Princess Whatshername reference...cue dwarf theme song...hey girl, where'dya get that bling? thats one heckuva flashy thing....:}

||for those of you who don't know, s and i prompted and directed, respectively, our school's musical...it was rad||

to those reading, what is/are your favourite song(s) at the moment? currently, mine are how deep is your love Calvin Harris, open season Josef Salvat, and bungalow by Scott Helman. 

have a lovely evening, or i guess 'day', ,

{;L;}