It's a beautiful day

the sun isn't shining yet, but darn me, it will.

I am trying hard not to let the pffff-sigh-pfff-sigh-mood I was in yesterday persue. Eh.. weird sentence. Tever.

Lots of people died again. They're all sleeping on a hill because they don't want to go back to their houses.
And I am complaining about..? What the fuck am I complaining about?

Is this nerves? Because of Noorderslag tomorrow? Or am I angry because I haven't even once yet practiced for my performance arts school audition? Damn, I don't even know the stupid song yet. Do I not want it?

Yeeeessss. I do. I don't know where this restlessness comes from. It's here sometimes, it'll go away again, like the tide, like the waves.

I feel like poetic language use. I hate that stupid audition. and I hate the stupid song I picked.

Okay, enough of the self-pitying complains. I am going to practice my vocalthings now. And I say to myself:

SHUTTY.

love,

Fleur