Clueless

I'm about to have a lecture on sociology. Not that I'm awake...but anyhoo.

Yesterday evening I was with the drama club and we were locked in school. The janitor left and left us inside.
So we set off the alarm, called the police and we were freed after 15-20 minutes. Both security as the janitor came back, and we called the cops again to say they didn't have to come anymore. Not that they would...but anyhoo.

Couldn't sleep last night because of the stress of tonight. Grrr.

And they are playing Ice Queen on TMF now also!

Dreaming about a certain Crow

Aah...

Sweet memories fill my head. I redream last night. As I enter my room and turn on the tv, I see that the Crow will lighten up my evening.

As I stare at the screen, Mark Dacascos looks gorgeous as ever, and my inside starts to warm up again.

Ah, okay. After we were locked in and released from the prison that is school, I watched the tv-series The Crow...

Mark Dacascos....mmmmmhhhhblllll...drool drool.

Gonna grab me a picture...

Later!

Wraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhh

No, please don't hurt me. I'm anorectic!

This is going to be such a flunk. I'll trip over some piece of rubbish and fall flat on my face. I'll forget my lines. What lines. Do I have lines?! I'll screw up and be thrown out of the dramaclass, school, the Netherlands and Europe. I'll be forced to retire early and spend the rest of my days (all the 60 years I have ahead of me) doing nothing at all because when I had the chance to do something, I screwed up.

All the while I can't think about anything else than that I invited the entire class to come, and neither them, nor Nyna or TommyCee will be there. Only Storyteller will be able to make it here.

And there I stand, all alone. The mountain makes my heart crumble and the wind gashes my hair. It flings wildly while my muscles engage into the battle to not let me fall. Idly, I stare into the horizon, longing for a friend who'll tell me I'm looking good, tell me I'll be fine. Please, tell me I'll live, tell me there's hope. Tell me I can make it on my own. Tell me I shall have no fights and will live happily ever after.
The mountain shakes, my fists pound the side as my face nearly hits the surface. The wind lifts me up, my muscles relinquishing command, untensing, as they know I have lost every fight I shall ever try and fight. My heart is crushed by the heavy rockface, my eyes fill with the face's rain.

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