My journal consists of every crazy thought that passes through my head as I am typing... Do NOT expect it to make any sense.
Pukey french accents
Okay, so I tried out for my drama club's fall production. I didn't seriously think I'd get in- I'm only a freshman! Ends up, I did get in, and I got a pretty good part to boot. This is all great, so I'm celebrating, and then I look at the script and the cast list. I have to be all lovey-dovey with a guy I hate, and do it in a french accent! I can't freaking IMAGINE saying, "Budgy wudgy baby honey" to him AT ALL, much less in my absolutely atrocious french accent. Just thinking about it makes me queasy. To top it off (as if that wasn't enough!), I have marching band contest tomorrow. I have to get up at 5 on a Saturday (!) and we get back at about 11 PM. I am going to be SO tired... Anyway, enough complaining. There's gotta be something good about this... Oh yeah! I have it!!!!!!! Mom just made an absolutely divine chocolate cake! Yum!!!!!!!!!!!!! Um, I've annoyed you with my complaints and randomness long enough, and now I'm going to bed... ZZZZZZZZZZZ...
Do as I say, not as I do; maybe you can be f*****d up, too.