Oscar · Wilde · is · Sexy

I am mentally exhausted. However, I did get my progress report today, and while I could do better, it's not half bad. I got that Exceeding I was so working for in History. I almost cried (I get so emotional over school and grades). I need to study more for the physics exam.
So, school Junior field trip today to Northeastern University in Boston, it was nice, but my favorite part is that it was right next to the New England Conservatory of Music, which I stared at quite a bit.
Have I mentioned before that I love performing?
Anyway, I got quite upset on the busride. So, they have cameras on buses, as everyone knows, but underneath the camera was written, "Smile your on camera".

Someone just shoot me now.

So, I found out today I love being on stage more than I actually thought. I don't care if it is a small role, there is an immense beauty about being up there. I feel the same way when I play a concert! Maybe I'm just a performer.

Still haven't decided which college to go to. I really love music, but I think I need a college with variety, and theatre classes. But I still might end up going to the NECM. It's in Boston, and there are plenty of theatres there anyway.

I am so excited about next week. It's tech week! People call it hell week, but I think it will be fun. Today was a lot of fun. Today was magical. I almost (?) got asked to the prom today. What the hell?

Well, blame this on Oliver:

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And good morning to you, 12 a.m.! My long time friend, you have visited me once again! And now past that and onto something that has been bothering me...

When you love somebody, does age difference matter? If you love them, does it matter if they're twenty years older than you? I am not talking about myself, but what if I am talking about my future self? I am so annoyed of all the criticism...one's love should be their own, and no one else's business!

And so I hate it when my friends say that anyone is "too old" for me, though I would not date a 36 year old now. However, if I was eighteen and fell in love with a thirty-eight year old, or 20 falling for a forty-year-old, what would it matter?

Am I not mature enough? Maybe not now, but this is my life! Just like I do not criticize all those others who sleep around and do drugs, how dare they tell me who and who not to fall in love with! Our world is so unjust.

Well, anyway, enough with my boring ranting.

Good night, good work, sleep well. Finish that and I will buy you coffee or something.