...This Isn't Just The Story Of A Girl...
Monday, March 23, 2009
because of a phone call..I'm in a serious "I don't wanna be here" mood. I'm glad it's Stan's practical today and I'm one of the last people to do. I'm not so glad that after Gord's class I have to set up the inscriber for tomorrow...if they get me the list. I really don't want to wait til 5 to do it. I just want to do it and get the fuck out of here. It feels weird being here after walking through the halls on Saturday night...they we're dead. Did you know all the school's lights are on motion censors? I do now. Made me feel like I was making an epic trek, even though I was on the way to the bus.
Let me clear up why I left Saturday. It was because of a phone call I received. and I didn't want to talk about it then and I don't want to talk about it now. That's it. Anyone who thinks otherwise can go to hell. I did stop by the set of a drama the second years we're shooting, but that was to say hi to people...and one of them thought I was intoxicated...not so much. It would have been better if I was though.
<3Ina
