Dear Friday,

Um...come back in two weeks? Kthxbai.

Schedule for Friday is as follows...

7:11am Breakfast Club
9:15am Donate blood
10:30am Precalc quiz on trigonometric functions D:
11:45am Art History quiz
3:30pm One Act Meeting
3:30pm Italian
6:30 call for Once Upon a Mattress

Schedule for Thursday makes this stuff a problem...

8:25-11:05am Class
11:05-6:30pm Intense study session. Massive amounts of information need to be ingested an comprehended. Like, all trigonometric functions, 80 or so images for art history, plus vocabulary terms and central and basilican church plans.
6:30-10pm? Once Upon A Mattress. So, little sleep for the craziness that will ensue on Friday.

Ack. This uh...won't be fun. Maybe I'll go to bed early tonight. After I finish writing a page of bullshit for American history. Oh right, I just remembered, I need to have all 44 presidents memorized by Friday also. Huzzah.

Dear Puppeteer,

I wish more people could see who you really are. You are cold and you are manipulative. I watched that tonight, in that little microcosm I saw it, plain as day. And I saw how no one else did. They were amused little sheep and you were the crafty herder.

It was an impressive display don't get me wrong. But how can you justify that? In a game, it's fine, that's what that game is all about, but that isn't where it ends with you. It's cruel to continue playing a game after the game has finished and people no longer know they are playing.

You are the puppet master and they are the puppets. With a twitch of the line they dance, a sharp tug and they fall. You place yourself above people. In your own mind, you are above others. You watch as they swirl and tumble and you nudge them, here and there. You play God. How can you do that? How do you not see the cruelty? There is no reason to be that way. I've no objection to you sitting above people, watching, but when you intervene and push them to do your bidding, that I have a problem with.

Consider someone other than yourself once. Only once. And imagine yourself in their position.

Post Script.

Sometimes...I'm just waiting for someone to ask the right question.

Dear Reader,

I am a coward. I was tagged one of those chain notes on facebook, you know the kind. I thought, hey, neat concept, but I lack the courage to actually post 16 things people don't know about me because they don't know them because I don't want them to. Oh well.
Dear sporadic reader,
I hope you enjoy reading these things few people know.

1. I have no faith. In anyone or anything. Living without faith is not an enjoyable thing and I am trying desperately to correct this.
2. TWLOHA Day only makes me more depressed. It's....it seems like a fad. How many people actually take the time to think about what it truly means. Writing love on your arm means almost nothing. It's a cute reminder but the marker or pen or whatever washes away and nothing is accomplished.
3. I am terribly afraid of falling in love again. I feel like if it happens again soon, I'll run away. As far as I can, just so I won't be hurt again.
4. I hate being alone.
5. I also hate how much of a hypocrite I can be.
6. I don't think I ever want children. I am too afraid that I won't love them or they won't love me or they'll grow up to be horrible little people.
7. I love teaching. I love it I love it I love it. I love the rush of joy I recieve from helping a child grasp a new concept.
8. My ultimate dream in life, is to start a refugee school for young children in the Middle East with their families. The school would be somewhere in Europe, Scotland hopefully :D, and I could then teach and help many many people. It would be beautiful. It's unlikely, but...I enjoy spending time in that daydream.
9. I am terrified of next year, when all of my close friends are gone. I don't know who I'll call when I need to be with someone I don't know who I'll talk to about things....It won't be fun....
10. I don't dare post more.