And the Wheel Goes Round

It has been quite a few uneventful days. I have finished Of Mice and Men. On sunday, so i technically finished one of the summer reading requirements in July. Yippie *scowls*. Anyway, musical rehearsals have been incredibly dull this week. Either the ensemble has been sitting in the audience doing nothing, or been rigorously doing the same section of a dance again and again. I forgot to bring in cards or a book or a magazine today, so i folded Annie Jr. programs. It was anti-thrilling work. The paper smelt like fish and I acquired a paper cut. There is so much enotional turmoil going on around me, but I really only have one very private goal, and it doesn't look like it is going to happen. I have learned to live with not acheiving my goals. I don't want to pursue anything becasue I have been there, and tried that. It all really confuses me, becasue I know I don't feel anything special, not like I did last year, but I just want him. That is all there is to it. So, in the future, I will continue to control myself, as I have been (C'mon, I've been practically prude and chaste!) and wait for the right guy to come along. He is not it. He doesn't stick. I am just horny, and he is the only guy around who has that really soft hair. No big deal here. It'll pass very soon, I am sure. Don't be angry with the girl who needs a little lovin'.

I hate that I wrote that for all the world to see, but I feel that i should be honest with the two people who read this, who actually both already know about what I hate myself for writing. Don't condemn me. It isn't my fault my hormones are stronger than my common sense.

To others, who hath so stumblest upon my counsel, I deny everything.
Pkleasant evening/day/morning, and I'll will catch y'all later.
-carol