You're at the top of my lungs

Finally bought All Time Low's new CD today. It sounds like summer. It's really nice, yet kinda pop-ish.

Don't worry, I've gotten over my obsession with trying to make sense.

People keep calling me Vegas. It's been going on for weeks, and I don't really remember how it started. Before today, it never occured to me that I should care. Yet I still don't.

I didn't make callbacks for the part I wanted in the musical. I was still sick that morning, and had over dosed on Halls to get rid of my throat AIDs. But the co-director, who is also my English teacher, says that I'll probably still get a small part.

Stupid musical.

I honestly don't know what I'm doing. Somehow, I've fooled everyone around me into thinking I can sing. It must be something in the water.

Speaking of which, I've written 17 new(good ones; there are even more, but they're bad) songs. You don't get to read the lyrics to them yet, though. I'm saving them for when I can get some kids to play the music for me. Seeing as I still can't play guitar. Soon, I shall have to buy "Guitar For Dummies". It might be the best idea, seeing as my parents don't feel like paying for my lessons.

I've started reading "It" by Stephen King today. It's good. At this rate, I'll be done it by tomorrow night.

"It's okay. She's just away writing. I promise she hasn't died."

Love Lizzzy

In the dress your husband hates.

Auditions are possibly today for the school musical. I dunno. They're either today or tomorrow, depending on the schedule they're posting today. I have to sing a song I choose, and a song from the play(Jesus Christ Superstar).

I chose "Helena" by My Chemical Romance, and I'm singing a song called "I Don't Know How To Love Him". If they like it, they're going to ask me to do a cold reading.

I think this might be a bad time to mention that I don't really believe in God anymore.

So, cross your fingers for me, because I'll probably need it.

And stop telling me that I don't know anything and I shouldn't be critisizing people.

"Reality is what I say it is." -Stephen Colbert 

(ps, two new pictures. go see.)

Ha, I haven't used this thing in so long. It's ridiculous. 

Just got back from school. High School is better than I expected. I don't get lost, I'm hardly late, Zach holds my hand under the table of our french class when neither of us are paying attention to the lecture. (Sorry Sam)

My English teacher, Mr. Martino, is a literature God. He doesn't believe in right or wrong, just as long as your idea makes sense and you can back it up. So far I've gotten A-'s or higher in all my work. Most people in my class think he's insane.

I think he's the sanest person I know.

I haven't even had to take anything home for my classes, though. I get all my homework done in class or free period.

Which is what I get for taking all academic courses, instead of my friends who take applied and locally developed and get more homework than I do.

So, yeah.

I've been thinking back to who I was a couple years ago. Old me gives points to new me for being thin, but loses points for having such disagreeable hair. But I think Old me would like New me. Old me should have gone to Notre Dame. We could have been friends.

I think it's some kind of disorder when you have more then one person in your head. But if I kick everyone out, who would be left?

SANTI