"Things Have To Change." -Maurice "Rocket" Richard
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• 6Oct 08

  Third Stage || Hyper Stage! {{All Invited}}

  WOW! It took longer to get to this stage then I thought! XD

  Alright, so I'm still here in B.C. and I am literally petrified; the competition was in no way easy, but my team really screwed up on our last preformance and we're expecting to be cut any minute now (I completly forgot my cue and stood there for like, 8 minutes doing nothing. Thank GOD it was improv!)
  Even if we do get cut, however, we're staying to the end to watch; it's considered good manners. And I LOVE B.C! The place is beautiful, there are a lot of great people and me and my friends *coughREALFRIENDScough* have watched like, 18000000 movies (all for free! ANOTHER POINT FOR B.C!) 21 is now a new fav, and I managed to catch the premier of Star Wars: Clone Wars last night.

  We also have to keep up on our regular work, so math and other things are emailed to Miss Eldrige and other teachers daily; in addition, members of the drama club (meaning me) have to keep the other members up-to-date. We had to watch this movie Gorilla's in the Mist: The Dian Fossey Story for Anthro (watch it and you'll understand life, I swear XD)

  Anyways, moving on. The stage is almost done anyway, and I've made a half-descision: I will quit the site that Nat and Noelle are on by the time I return. I just don't feel up to dealing with them anymore.

  Wish us luck in the Improv Games!

  ~Bex

  • Posted Oct 6, 2008 9:51 am PT
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• 30Sep 08

  Pity Party Take 2 || Anger Stage {{This Time I Invite You All}}

  Ahh, life just gets better and better, eh? This is a continuation of my rant from yesterday. Two blogs in two days, wow! Its surprising, since I used to do, like, 2 a DAY, and now its just, if I can do 1 a month, I'm thrilled. XD

  Alright, so no matter how many times I mention it, wheedle it, ignore it, get angry about it, Nat and Jaylynn (or xxxx_Persephone and Noelle) continue to be this huge pain in my a$$. I was the one who knew them both WAY before any site. I was the one who had to introduce them, and I was the one who got shoved out of the friendship. Its like, now they constantly ignore me and make me feel like a pathetic idiot, when in reality I'm a year older then Nat and 2 older then Noelle. I know this sounds spiteful, but God, I've gone through with them so many times I just feel like SCREAMING. I used to LOVE going online, like, seriously addicted, and now its like, what's the point?

  And in additon, I'm in B.C. right now, and I'm seriously considering leaving the damn site and never coming back; why deal with jerks who never care when they hurt someone? I hate having to rant about this, but enough is enough. Either they learn to be friends with someone other then each other, or I throw myself off a building. (Kidding about that last part.)

  *sigh*

  Super hyper stage up next. It a good thing I'm at the Improv games.

  ~Bex

  • Posted Sep 30, 2008 10:15 am PT
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• 29Sep 08

  I'm Having A Pity Party; I'm the Only One Invited

  *sigh* Where to begin, eh? Its been the weekend from hell. I thought being free would be more...free.

  Alright, so, no format, just rants; to start with, things were actually not going so bad. I managed to go on a sorta date with D- saw Tropic Thunder- and we talked for ages. Of course, he was pretty insistant that he didn't want a relationship. So in honor of our friendship, I said nothing. Then me and V were talking a lot: Em has been a collosal b*tch for ages and she was fully treating V and D like crap. I was just trying to keep the peace.

  So, then, this weekend I had to move all my plans around. My Uncle Ron is dying from cancer/phemoniua and we fully are expecting the funeral any day now; my aunt on my mum's side's birthday party was Saturday and I had to spend a whole day in Peterbourough with my alcoholic uncle and his demented friends. Sunday was looking like the only good thing.

  Uncle Ron hasn't died: yet. Saturday wasn't as truely horrible. I locked myself in the basement the minute I got there, and aside from occasionally stealing food (mostly these amazing cupcakes and some bday cake) I played Fable and chilled. Occasionally mum got worried and dragged me out, but I pretty much stayed put. I mean, most of them were drunk by the time we got there, and even my little brother David was making money mixing rye and pepsi and bringing it out. I think he sampled some too, but I refuse to look into it. We ended up getting home at 11 o'clock, and I was bone tired.

  Sunday I somehow managed to get up and go to Church, but I was supposed to meet my friends at 12:30 and church decided to go on longer then usual. Mom got so irritated at me twitching and muttering that she left early, swearing that if she could help it I wasn't going. I did of course, dad drove me. Of course, we both forgot where we were going, and I don't memorize numbers (I need a cell damnit!) so we stopped at a store and got directions. As I start to get out of the car I casually mention that its over at nine.
  BOOM.
  Dad explodes, yelling, screaming, the car is moving way too fast, he's threatining to leave and never come back, blah blah blah, and I'm sitting there crying Dad stop, fine, I'll walk home, I'll do whatever you want, please dad, please please please...
  So dad eventually lets me out and I somehow managed to make it to the driveway before bawling my eyes out. Poor V and D were completly stunned.

  Then I feel so bad for V that I mention that Em is dumping her; even D gets so worked up, and he never does. Pretty crappy day all around.
  At home I recieve the cold treatment and lock myself in the basement. V is way better now, on to her 'I'm-not-going-to-let-this-hurt-me' stage; I'm really proud. Then I called Em who lied her way through 15 minutes. When I casually mention what I know, she hung up on me. I'm still mad at her. She wants everything her way and won't let anyone else breathe.

  So finally I call D who is so sad and miserable. I finally just admit it: Dylan, I like you, but I won't force you into a relationship. He starts crying, feeling so horrible that I would respect his wishes more then my own. It might have gone on longer had David not needed the phone. >.

  • Posted Sep 29, 2008 9:39 am PT
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