It's Called Hell Week

12 hour rehearsal. Woot.

EXHAUSTED

Gettin' Kinda Chubby

FML. 

Costume doesn't fit.

Mathography

- Finished math hw in class.
- There is always candy during a quiz
- Passed my quiz with 100%
- Played a probability game with dice
- I won the game
Mrs. Gribben, God bless you for a wonderful day.

If anyone in the world knows how to contact Mrs. Leah Havener, please let me know, because I need to thank her for being the best math teacher I've ever had.

Late Nights

Sammy: -looking up- WHOA. Hello attractive young man in our hallway without his shirt.
Emily: Why is there a half naked man in our hallway?
Sara: Why isn't there one in mine?!

StormAlexanderKowaleski

What part of "as soon as it happens" don't you get, child?! Grrr -____-

Jaykay. SO ridiculously happy for you & Sara. Tres Adorable!
(The 7th. I'll have to remember that)

Remixing Beatles Lyrics

Why is it that every time you text, I'm suddenly a million times more excited? Gross. And don't say I love you, because I want you to mean it.

GROSS. Pathetic Sammy is GROSS!

Monologue

Acting class is intimidating, let's not even lie. Gené always has a comment. Which can be scary. Even for Jen, who I thought was spot on. But we'll be better for it, I know. And happy dance, EXTENSION. One more week for scenework.

WOW no one reads this. Who am I ranting to?

Scenework

We just did WORK son. Jennifer & I are partners in an acting assignment. And since were both in Hairspray and the assignment is due next week (crazy teacher is crazy) we needed to work ASAP. SO we were productive for 40 minutes today. And oh man. Shizz got real. It was so fun! And it all happened so easily. We did some SERIOUS character development. Now the issue is keeping the performance 5-8 minutes. IT CAN BE DONE. Feeling: Confident :)

Hairspray

I feel like I shouldn't be a part of this show. I wonder if they regret casting me.

This feels like our private Tumblr.

Post Title

Okay! Now for the real post! Slash the reason I made this pretty much. I miss Jonathan. Oh man do I miss him. And you know what the worst part is? I have no idea what he thinks. I'm already clingy and I'm not even the girlfriend yet. Yet. As if I know it will happen. I want it to. I'm gross. Oh gosh. Wahh. Basically I need my cuddle buddy, and it'd be amazing if he went the extra mile to talk to me so I felt less gross.

But hey! Self concious Sammy must lose weight first because freshman 15 will NOT be a thing.

Also, the name of the blog is a potential band name I had in mind for a while.

A World Of My Own

I'm telling no one of this. No one at all. Smilation is fun to run, but let's be real. I'm not always that happy. And sometimes I really do just want to rant and whine and complain and I have pretty much nowhere to do that. So here goes nothing. New blog! And I'll update as often as I want, on my own schedule. And I'll whine about whatever I want and so on and so forth. YAY. Thank you dearest roommate Emily for giving me the idea, even without knowing you did so. MWUAHH.

(I tried to make this blog different from my other one. But I think I ended choosing several similar fonts & colors. Well pooh on me.)