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Wednesday, August 09, 2006
 
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....
Where do I even begin? Hmmm.

You know how some people just talk a lot? And I mean, a lot. And they kinda don't realise that not everyone is as liberal as they are in their speech? And sometimes, well, it's more like 'all the time', they spout gossip about you that you don't really want just any Tom, Dick or Harry to know? And they kinda exaggerate things and kinda twart things around a little? Well, I'm over these people. Like, seriously, my current attitude is 'whatever'. I can only care so much without imploding, and I'm not in a position to tell anyone how to act. So, screw it. Everyone here's so liberal and gossipy anyway, by next week I'd be old news. Unless, of course, some people keep bringing certain things up. *ironic snort*
I know it's not her fault, no, she's just naturally big-mouthed, but I can't help but feel as if she's merely using my gossip for the juiciness factor. However, the thing that makes me most furious, is when she tells people not to say that she was the one who told them the goss. Like what the fuck? If you're capable of dishing the goss, why can't you have the balls to stand accountable for it? That's fucked. You don't gossip about friends. Do you? I know I wouldn't, it's just not kosher. Or maybe I'm just being tremendously naive. Oh, just grow up Daphne. Get over yourself. Geez. Maybe to some people you're just good as goss material, get off your high horse already.

I can foresee myself having heaps and heaps of rehearsals in the next few weeks, and I'm thrilled!!!!!!!!! That's one thing to look forward to, except that in the 3hrs that I had between rehearsals today I had scheduled in 'homework time', to read my play for tomorrow's class. And guess what? 'Homework time' was spent milling in the PAC foyer chatting. And you wonder why I don't have time for homework, or a job. Hmmm. It's terrible, I should really start getting my act together, no more wasting of time!!! Urgh!!! Some people just never learn. Totally unproductive, but good fun. I need to put myself out there more, to not be afraid, to not hold back, and just plummet into whatever. That should be the way. Harumphf.

 

 
   
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