Forgot to say that I figured the R word. (During RP's Daisy, when I was reading Turk's L notebook and she wrote 'Rosemary'.) Meano birds. You exploit my easy trust, and niceness. How could you??? Mislead me like that...
Moved to PAC. So no more disturbances. I like the carpet. And the changing room, backstage. So... professional, the feeling.
SAT on sat. Help help. Am dead. What am I doing, doing the SATs? Like I'll go to a US uni. I'd much prefer UK. And what are the chances, at the rate I'm going, I'll get to go anywhere? Ah sigh.
Think my back will break real soon. -_- What with carrying heavy benches and doing weird pigeon-y positions that do nothing but endeavour to add to my back strain.
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