i felt foolish today because i stayed hungry

i need new feet. mine dont really work! maybe its my legs too...do you think i could some kind of bargain on a pair?

i want to kiss him...not because he is gorgeous, but because his every word is delicious. where better to meet his words than in the lips that speak them? i want to taste his wonderful

i'm sorry he's all i talk about, but lately, he's all i think about. i am known to speak my mind...i wish it would respond

today, i was looking up at the wall in the acting room, and i saw a picture frame with three newspaper cutouts. they were all critiques of the same play, directed by two students who had graduated just a few years earlier. the reviews were less than flattering, however, their names were mentioned-five minutes of fame-due glory awarded. the detail that actually caught my attention however, is that the three papers were yellow and faded. despite having resided in a dark, flourecent lighted classroom, encased in glass, they managed to loose color. but i wonder if the memories fade as the pages do. have the boys gone on to bigger and better things? maybe there are whole magazine articles about them...not just silly news clippings. or possibly, the articles are as far as they made it. did their big break mean more to them when the article was white? have they just accumulated these old articles? or do they cherish their yellowed memory?

its such a great feeling to be with someone who can talk to you about anything. there is never a dull moment because everything they say is gripping. you dont want to leave them because even in their silence, they speak so many words.

black jack 21, the face cards empty, the game wins for none. the dealer's forecast predicts defeat for all those who dare to step up to the seat. the cash chips fight fiercly to break free your grip, they crash to the table, your pale fingers slip to pick up two cards that are weighed to the table, the jack meets your gaze but the ace isnt stable. this winning hand loses, the cards can't stand still. the ace added zero, the jack fell down hill.

grand book-must have for your own collection.
"The Perks of Being a Wallflower"-Stephen Chbosky

i always wished the Beatles had written a song about me. carter, i really think they will in heaven. and it will be my song. i cant wait...im tappin my toes already

rejection is nothing but personal

i am a star!
i am now in our musical, My Fair Lady-yes Cody, it is grand! i wish you could transfer casts! but i am lousy no-part singer,a Reject! they call us Company Women, which is just a glorified name for chorus. but i am really proud to be in the cast at all-you have to start your way at the bottom and work your way up...plus the theatre isnt ready for my talent. prepare for fireworks Broadway! I also made our jazz choir/show choir. we have the cutest red dresses and tan character shoes. im excited solely for the dress, and i guess for getting to use my voice, haha....hence the whole choir position1. Im also in our Mixed Choir, and i love all the boys and girls. you are all grand! i am so excited because this year is so "performance packed". I love the stage...and even more...the spotlight!!