I was rereading my stories and I’m just shaking my head going what the hell was I thinking? They aren’t very good and I’m letting people see them but eh whatever.

SO moving on there’s the musical coming up for MD…. it’s called Lucky Stiff. Yes, it’s about a dead guy. I know a musical about a dead guy…. passed at a catholic school…. and he was shot by his lover… the gay canadien says “and yet they wont do urine town ha guck!” hes being less jerkoffish. He’s still being unreasonable for the musical. He’s the director by the way. I’m on costume crew and theres a girl who just cant fit into one of her costumes but he keeps makeing her wear it. Why? Because he likes the dress, you know cutting off the circulation for three hours on the poor girl wont bother him at all.
Here’s a clip of the musical (not ours though :c)watch?v=KbeYeVBv93I

Random note. Have you ever like felt that you had to do something? Like something pulled you to the lou and you found your friend crying (hope not) or you go back to your room and find that stupid barrette you’ve been looking for forever? Probably not, I’m just so wierd I’m cool like that. But I’ve got that feeling so I’m gonna go back to writing(my story) and will talk to y’all soon