If I got jumped by a cat I'd be the happiest girl in the world

:'( It's over. After months of waiting for it, it's over and done with. My trip to see Cats live I mean. I had such a great time. It was nice to hang out with Madie and Jordyn and Shawna and Areo.

Oh god the sexy cats.

Since we're all perverted old women we spent a lot of the time talking about how tight they're costumes are and about their rippling abs and toned biceps. Yes we have no life.

The actual play itself was pretty damn good too. There were christmas lights up everywhere and the music was amazing. I'm still sad we couldn't get a floor seat, however, as that sexy tugger went in and danced with people. We didn't get to meet the actors but I wish we could have. I would definately recomend this play to go see some time. Especially if your as perverted as I am.

Speaking of Mr. Mistoffelees,

He doesn't like me or he doesn't notice. I don't know. I think I'm starting to become obsesive and it's really bugging me. He came to school with glasses on the other day. I don't know how but yet again he's become so much more sexy. But of course, I have no chance so why do I even bother?

My grandma ripped my heart out with the suggestion that he might be gay. All I could think was "Oh god not another one." as it seems all my crushes turn out to be gay. :'( But oh it's ok because it seems I can always turn to the grade 10's. Seriously, everytime I go to the gym there's some grade 10 there eyeing me up. God, why can't it be Dayne (Mr. Misto) eyeing me up? I don't want some creepy grade 10. Ug, why god? Why can I not ever get the guy I want? Why must I always go for the guys that it seems everyone wants? Why can't I just find some nice geeky guy that's around my level?

I know Dayne is a stupid, jackass...but..but his poetry. I mean, god, it's beautiful. How can someone that into themself create poetry that great? How can I long for him when time and time again I see how much like everyone else he is?

I want it to stop and yet I keep talking about it, don't I?


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