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Fucking Easter, my dudes
My dad hid some eggs with money in them along with a ton of empty ones.
Long story short: only 17 had money and I now have 11 dollars.
I had an asthma attack partway through searching, though.
JUST WALKED OUT OF THE THEATER AND I CAN NOT STOP SMILING, HOLY SHIT, GO SEE LOVE, SIMON!!!
Sometimes I think back to -arguably- my most prestigious accomplishment: Being a creative writer in Piccolo Spoleto:Rising Stars.
And I think: why the ever-fuckity-fuck did I think those poems were good???
I was so stiff and awkward, it was terribleeee
But, you know what, if I were to get he chance to do it again, I would.
But I wouldn't read poems about love (for... reasons)-oh no!- I'd write some poems about anger, or sadness, or something stupid and meaningless! Because this are the things I should write about.
Looking back though, performing was such an insane experience that is do again in a heart beat.
There this really nice tree(something pear tree, I think) in my front yard that recently started blooming! I try to take a pic or two before school, I if can!