soitgoes

okay. so i’m new at this but it sounded like a pretty rad idea. I wanted to see what would come of this. As of right now, it’s 4:02 PM EST. My legs are pretty much getting burned from the space heater in from of them and it hurts a lot. In an hour I’m going back to school to help strip the paint from the stage. I’m rather excited since I’ll be getting a free dinner and get to be in my very favorite place. The PAC that is. Though I’ve been really lightheaded today and I’d really rather not faint because that would be awfully embarrassing. But, y’know, I’ve done worse. I’ve written for a total of three minutes thus far and I’m running out of things to say. I want to take a nap something awful, but I can’t since I won’t get up in time to leave. Bluch. I stole a roll of film from an antique store yesterday afternoon. It was in a camera that was for sale and since it was re-wound I took it so I could develop it and see what some stranger was taking pictures of. Maybe I won’t want to see whats on them after I see them, but regardless, I’m very curious. I miss this kid something terrible. Really and truly I do. I can’t make up my mind. I don’t want to be with him but I don’t want anyone else to be with him. I miss having him be the first and last person I talk to in a day. I miss having him make me laugh constantly. I miss being able to joke with him. I miss having him worry about me. I miss being able to make fun of him. I miss him keeping me company in between scenes during the show. I miss our stupid headbanging during battle of the bands. I miss making fun of Nick and Brett and Bob and Dornisch with him. I miss laughing hysterically because of something stupid he said or did. I miss Nick and Brett too. I see Brett mostly everyday though. Nick, not so much. I really want to meet his fiance. Just curious. She sounds like a wonderful lady. Though I know she must be since she’s marrying Nick. Okay, so now I truthfully have nothing productive left to say. Writing for ten minutes is hard. Maybe that’s why I haven’t finished my story yet. Forty seconds left…
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