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appearances, concentration, friends, late nights, mannerisms, School, self, sleep, time, tired
I guess I was really tired last night because I wrote this last night and saved it as a draft. Go me.
Well I spent practically the entire day doing school work. And it’s finished (mostly) and I want to stay up and in truth do nothing, but I don’t want to go to bed. Unfortunately, it’s Sunday night and I have to. Well, I don’t really have to. But that would probably be the worst decision I could possibly make considering that I’ve stayed up past 1 am the past two nights. Last night was actually quite funny because I fell asleep on my bed with the light still on and when my phone buzzed I jolted awake and immediately thought that it was Sunday already and I was really disappointed in how short my sleep had been. Then I realized that it was only 11:21 pm. So relieved. I didn’t return to sleep until 1:30 am because I ended up texting Tom and I had to wipe an insane amount of make up off. I looked like a raccoon that grew a good 5 feet.
Make up is an odd thing. I only wear it for shows because it’s really useless at an all-girl school and even if I did attend a co-ed school it’s hard for me to picture myself wearing it on a daily basis. Some people where it to dance and I am always slightly in awe of all the dancers who look absolutely perfect after rehearsal or class because I most certainly do not. I don’t wish I looked “perfect” after exerting myself but I find it amusing. I sweat like a man and my face gets really, really red. And that’s all to be said there. According to some of my friends, when I concentrate I sometimes leave my mouth open slightly, like I’m about to say something. I have never seen myself do that no matter how many times I try to sneak a glance in the mirror. Not once. Nor can I really feel it but I suppose that’s because I’m concentrating. Some people always look happy when they dance. As much as I love dance, I don’t think I always appear that way. When I’m on stage that’s an entirely different matter. But in normal rehearsals I look stern sometimes or at least not obviously pleasant. You can’t see the light in my face but if you look close enough I bet you could see it in my eyes.
The week begins again. I think it will be all right though. The only thing that gets me through one school day is seeing my friends. And thinking about all that’s happened this year. That’s a crazy thing to think about. Where did it all go?
Stay Excellent!
Cranberry Lorraine