keirle house

are you guys ready for this?
there's no way you can be, but too fucking bad
this is mostly just going to be a really long bitching
you've been warned





PSYCHE
[christ, that's really 90s of me]
that's my version of false advertising
like really stupid headlines that make you read an article
like this one: 'aspirin can reduce migraine symptom pain'
[which is also a big NO SHIT from those of who get them]

apparently, for people i know,
this is the week for shit just not going right [myself included]
at least a dozen people are just having a shitty time of it
which sucks, cuz we're so close to being done
and also shouldn't be a surprise, since it's fucking april
i can't speak for anyone else,
but my profs have played a big part in mine
my history prof got all indignant cuz we didn't read all her extraneous bullshit
and zarema's gotten mad at us three classes in a row,
which is a record for at [with our class, at least]
i guess we just aren't up to her expectations,
which is just shocking
that, and everyday this week i've felt like i've made bad decisions
but today, i made two good ones:
i opened a window during rehearsal to get a goddamn breeze,
and i made myself a delicious sammich
slowly but surely, i'm getting better

i'm slowly becoming covered in bruises,
mostly around my elbows and knees
i really need to stop throwing myself on the floor with such vigor
that or i need to not do it as often
oh well, s'what i get for being 'dedicated to my craft'
also, i need to learn to not be so goddamn awkward
i'm currently out–awkwarding a freshman gal,
which really speaks volumes, doesn't it?

i have a russia–tastic weekend coming up,
don't go getting jealous, now
friday i have russian club, russian class, then russian food party
saturday i have a presentation on russia to give to high schoolers
then sunday is the zolotoj plyos concert
i haven't had that much russia shoved into that little time since i was there
let me tell you, it's not as much fun as it sounds
and it doesn't really sound like fun at all

final thought:
if it gets up to 80º today,
i will murder something with a cotton candy bucket