I'm through with this whole complaining thing. I mean, I'm probably not, but I really really want to be! I feel like all I've been doing the past week or so is complaining. This could possibly be because the past week has been a bit of shite.
Whereas typically, people experience fits of rage, I have been experiencing what can only be referred to as fits of joy. Something really small but exciting happens and I get excited and have to smile, or I think about extremely exciting things to look forward to [ie England 09] and can't help but smile. Those are great moments. Like shivers. Happy, happy shivers.
I have to go finish my character analysis on Beth March for Musical Theatre and, you know, this is a toughie. Beth is probably the flattest character in the show. As a stubborn over-ambitious writer, I can totally relate to Jo; as a young woman who has always been completely, utterly obsessed with the male gender, I'm a definite Meg; and as someone who's been the younger sister since Day 1, I'm with Amy as well, but MAN, it's tough to get Beth, especially when the song I have to perform is all about how she's okay with dying because she's lived her life just to watch Jo be happy. Who does that? Bahh.
Been wicked tired wicked early, and throughout the day lately, going to bed around 10pm. I don't know if the Mono is srsly still intact in my system, which seems nearly impossible, or if it's the Anemia reaking havoc and I should probably look into those Iron supplements, but either way, I recently realised that my body hasn't been strong and able since the day I arrived back in the States. I'm eager to see if the moment I land back in Londontown if I suddenly get a huge burst of energy and don't need to sleep for three weeks.
most likely.
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