Confessions of a Tass

I almost copied and pasted my English literary term paper here so I could just post something and go to sleep but alas I am better than that. So instead I guess it's confession time? *cringe* I don't know what else to talk about (nothing new there) so I'm sorry.

First: If Hamlet were a several thousand years older I would do him in an instant.

Second: I still sleep with my baby blanket, BoBo. I'm not sure why. I recently started...recently as
in past few months. It's just a comfort thing I guess.

Third: I had something good to go here.... well shoot, we'll just move on to

Four: I'm completely infatuated with this guy. Have been for about a year now. It started off little and grew...and now I don't know what to do. He is perfect. Practically. I would go on but I don't want to sound like a stupid lovesick teenager. Erlack. Gross. No.

For something completely different: This kid, Imrlyobnoxious, well he sits next to me in the pit for our musical. Usually I'm horrible to him because he is not a great person. He's a dick really. (He has boxers that say "Wood Is Good" need I say more?!?) So I was sitting in rehearsal today and I was smiling at something and randomly he just goes "You have a really nice smile." It caught me so off guard because usually he's somewhat of a dick back to me (shortly after this he told me I had no soul...) He wasn't joking about it either. Dead serious.

But anyways, I go off to Lincoln, Nebraska tomorrow to visit some family for the holiday. Joy of joys.


Pet Peeves: brown and black worn together, very matchy outfits, seeing boys' boxers...girls' undergarments too for that matter