Oh My Life

Just got home. It's 6:00 and I just got home. Spent the last well since the beginning of lunch choreographing a piece I had already choreographed and tried to teach it to a bunch of unprofessional imbeciles. Miley Cyrus just finished writing her third song this week. I'm in the process of writing eight and I want them all to burn in hell. So I hate theater kids. Because unlike music biz kids their like oh lets just fuck around, where as music kids are like oh shit I'm poor. I love the contrast. I have to figure out Ionization Equations, Precipitate Questions, Social homework from this weekend, rewrite down the choreo and have it memorized, study for my test tomorrow. Then tomorrow I have to write the test, pretend I know what the fuck is going on in Chem, figure out what I missed once I left which is most likely not much, choreograph the cell block tango, teach drama kids all that jazz, present musical theater research project, comment on my peers to increase my 85. What a jerk he's actually marking this year. "Let's all pass the fag around" Mr. Edmonds: "I know what that's like." "OH MY LIFE!"
Angela wants to go to 17 Again tomorrow at Midnight. I might die. I might go. I might die.
I didn't go to the library. Fuck. I have to do that tomorrow. This is the first time I've sat down all day. Oh gawd.
I like that you instantly think I did it.

My nights I spend awake and alive.
One thing you'll never rip from me.
Listing to those melodies
Loud enough so that I don't have to hear
Your voice so useless
Always pounding in my ear
The wrongs so hard to handle
A mistake to think
I would just break

What to say
What not to say
It doesn't fucking matter anyway

I won't let you stop me
There's no one left
And nobody right
One step forward, can't ever go back
Keep your thoughts all to yourself
It's a revolution out of control.

Love,
Twittering