hobthrush

{what's a hobthrush? nothing more than an amusing word that conjures up a terribly interesting image.}

Well, here I am, waiting for my turn onstage at drama rehearsal, watching two of my fellow thespians struggle through the twentieth repetition of an incredibly awkward stage kiss.

skirt and hat: goodwill // tights: american eagle // boots: timberland
// shirt and sweater: abercrombie & fitch
{my outfit yesterday}

Here I am, half-doing my homework, annoyed at the world for making me go back to school.

I wore my mustache necklace for the first time today and I've lost count of how many people said "why do you have a mustache around your neck?" I mean, what do you say to that? Because I feel like it? Because I'm just that manly? Mainly I just raise it to my lip and ask why they were staring at me.

Here I am, aching and tired (I don't think my new mattress quite agrees with me), hating the Victorian people who invented badminton, the curse I now must perform in gym class, my makeup smudged from laughing so hard that I cried backstage.

Here I am, back at school after a week of vacation, my messenger bag heavy and my Converse squeaking on the floor wet with slush and melted snow. People say today ought to have been a snow day, it was snowing so hard, but now it's all turned to nasty rain.

Also from yesterday. Sigh. Come back, summer, please...

Here I am, counting the days until April vacation, and it isn't even March yet.

Here I am, about to get up and go recite my lines.

Here I am, looking forward to going home so I can install the new look for March.

Here I am.

{Oof. I just read through all that and wow, that is a big potato sack full of complain! What can I say? I was having a bad day. Maybe I should just stick to posting on happy days, haha... *wanders off glassy-eyed to turn off the radio* ...or on days when I am not quite so tired.}