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And here marks the end of musical
So, yeah, musical's over. Monday we're supposed to smash the set to pieces to be thrown out. I don't think I'll really be able to. I think I'll ask to clean up makeup or something instead. I don't even know if I want to go anymore... I mean... seeing the set smashed up is really going to be a time to hit me that it's all over... it's been a really fun two and a half months, and I've gotten closer to a lot of people. I'm really sick to my stomach, and I'm 50% sure it's because I haven't eaten since breakfast about eight or nine hours ago... but everytime I look at food my stomach turns. I smelled Chinese food in the car (mum must've gotten some yesterday) and nearly threw up. I think I can still smell it, and I'm not even in the vicinity of the car anymore. I really fucked up. I never should've liked Metaphor in the first place, but I did and do and telling him was about the stupidest thing I could have done. Now I'm looking forward to lovely well-timed lunches in the spacious and ever-empty Fowler bathrooms on Tuesdays and Wednesdays (or maybe Chimelle might have an extra seat at her table, I know neither Zach nor Jackie will... mmm, I'll have to ask), and skipping out the door after choir as fast as my legs will take me to avoid running into him. Whoo fucking hoo. Weekends are going to be busy for a while. Volunteering next weekend, then the Pops Concert (my favorite orchestra concert of the year... we're playing Chicago! YESS!), then a tournament (yay, six classes before I have to compete with the Brutal Form, sheesh), then testing. Yayyy. I also might be starting the Dickinson Writers' Workshop Tuesday. Yippee. I shall stay semi-busy. -Adrienne
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