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You could be waiting for a day that won't come
| Friday, September 15, 2006 |
| The Excitement Has Subsided |
I don't know why I'm even on the net now. I should be in bed, sleeping.
I feel like I just smoked a pack of cigarettes. My throat is killing me for some reason. My hands smell like cigarettes. That is so odd.
I hate waiting around, hoping for answers. It makes me anxious. Very, very anxious.
I've decided I'm pretty much going to wing this monologue and song thing. I've pretty much resigned myself to the fact that I won't get into either play. The word "meh" seems appropriate here.
I haven't heard back about work study. I trust Duncan, but I don't know if York will accept me. They have shafted me in the past, why should this be any different.
Nouvelle Vague was excellent, although I was hoping for a slightly creepier "Bela Lugosi's Dead". Oh well, I still enjoyed myself.
Once again, I am regretting the things I say and do. Fuck, I'm stupid. Not to mention blind. And I'm pretty sure, after the audition, (tone)deaf.
I have the strong urge to watch a movie, but I know I have to sleep.
I apologize for the sporadicness.
martini kisses
"I should be sleeping instead of keeping these late hours I've been keeping." |
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Name: Fucking Bingo
Home: Toronto, Ontario, Canada
About Me: You could be waiting for a day that won't come. And you could be so much more than you've become. And I have found my feet, 257 weeks. But you could be waiting for a day that won't come.
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