Go Away Godboy

I know I said that I need to go to bed, but I love this song so much I have to put in on here. My favorite part is the second verse line three and four and the bridge.

My made-up mind was not put here for you to change
You think that I am your lost cause, so beautiful and strange
Minding my own business 'til you criticized my friends
It's on now, time to go now. Let the heresy begin.
and so I'm screaming
CHORUS: 
Go away god boy, your gospel doesn't work on me
You're pestering a goddess, here, I was blind, but now I see
You're stuck inside your holy head, you think that you're in love
Just Go Away, you lamb of god, before I have to crush you like a (bug)
Thanks for the invitation, but I've already thought this through
If I'm not one of the chosen, I won't have to put up with you.
Who wants to go to heaven when your stalker meets you there?
Better a whore of Babylon, baby. 
Don't let the front door hit you when you...
CHORUS
Don't try to wrap your head around my heartful of free will
I'll shake you up, I'll tear you down, do my worst and give you chills
I'll hit you right between the eyes; these Boots will come to call.
Don't make me make you sorry you came after me at all.
BRIDGE:
You're pestering this goddess to the ground,
but she will not come down
to what's inside your head.
Go find a willing flock of sheep and preach to it instead
At least that way you're occupied and might not end up dead 
and resurrected
Go away, god boy, please don't make me ask again.
I have heard you out, now it's my turn to add a spin
Your holy head is up your ass, your message ringing clear.
Go away, god boy, or it's me and not your savior that you'll fear.
*Punk Solo Break*
(Hail Mary, full of grace!  Save me from the human race!
Hail Mary, wise and meek!  Save me from this freak!)
Go away, god boy your gospel doesn't work on me
You're stuck inside your dogma and your Karma's getting messy
your holy head is up your ass, your message ringing clear
Go away, god boy, or it's me and not your savior that you'll
Go away now little boy, or it's girls and not your savior that you'll
Go away god boy, or it's me and not your savior that you'll fear.

I swear I didn't add in the Punk Solo Break, it was already on it. It's a really awesome song and sing it at least three times.

Opening Week!!!!

It's two more practices until we open on Thursday. And guess what? I'm sick!
I accidentally fell into a creek at a park while helping two friends pick of garbage. The rest of the day, I had two different shoes on (My friend likes walking barefoot, even in mud.) but when I got home, I forgot to put on warm socks or to even dry my feet. I also hanged out with my sick friend, so I'm guessing that's half of it.
Anyway, I can't wait till opening night! It's so hectic and today I didn't even get a chance to fully curl my hair. And there's a hell lot of hair to curl too! I've also been learning how to put on make-up like eyeliner and pancake.
It's a very short post, but I do need some time to get off all this crap (A.K.A. make-up). Ja matta! If anyone wants to see As You Like It, I will give anyone the information who asks in a private message sent to my e-mail.
P.S. I had to buy my own eyeliner and sunglasses since someone stole mine. I went to the store right after practice still in full pancake, blush, and eye shadow. Anyone who has ever had to where stage make-up knows why that is so awkward to do.

Play Practice Only Note for Today (Technically Yesterday)- We Have A Play!!!!!

We Have A Play!!!!
Those words made the whole cast cheer so loud, it echoed in the auditorium!!! We have one week and a day until opening night and in the words of our great director whom we all follow blindly, "We Are Ready!"
I have had my hair curled and layers of make-up put on. I have learned that because I'm not used to make-up that my eyes twitch like mad. Also it makes my eyes water a bit. Only three people from the make-up committee  are talented/brave enough to put on my mascara, eyeliner, and eye shadow. I'm o.k. with the blush and pancake, and only because I don't twitch.
That's it for today. I still need to work on other stuff. Like making photocopies of the mini-fliers to put around town. Ja matta!!!

Play Practice - First Day With Make-Up

So anyone who has ever been in any type of theater production knows about pan cake (I loath that stuff). For those who don't, it's like foundation, just worse and annoying. Anyway, today was the first day I had to at least have most of my stage make-up on. If you haven't already guessed, I am not a girly-girl, so I barely even know how to put on any kind of make-up. Since the make-up committee was actually here, I was able to try to put on the pan cake (Before you ask, I didn't even try to). Good news was that my friend, (who doesn't have a nickname) Molly, was there and she knows my issues with make-up. After my first scene, I quickly changed costumes and got in the make-up room (I hate that room. Too many lights make it so hot). Molly got most of my hair (Which is long and annoyingly straight) curled with the help of Lizzy. After rushing out since I was late for my part in the Stomp, I came back during the intermission for the other part of my make-up, the eyes and finishing of the lips. She did a good job, except that we had issues since we didn't have much time and that it seems I have really small lips.
Anyway, as we were finishing up, another friend acquaintance (For lack of a better name, we'll call her Debtor since she owes me $30. It's a whole other story.) showed up since she didn't have anything else to do. She said I actually looked decent for once. She's so lucky I had to run on stage! And she's one to talk! Debtor looks like crap every other day.
Anyway, since I now found enough make-up to ask Molly to see what I might need. She's the only one allowed to do my make-up, according to her. I need to go rest up after my 6 hour practice now. Ja matta!!

DAMN IT ALL!!!!

I just know that someday, I'll just explode!!!!!!!! I'm already fucking HIGH SCHOOL!!!! If I want to go to bed at ten, I WILL!!! It doesn't even matter when I go to bed, I will still be moody and I won't be up till 6:45 (Five minutes before the bus comes). I hate getting up!!! And if want a freaking half hour shower!!! It takes a while for my hair to dry (Long hair equals pain in the butt). Why can't I do what I want!!!!! It's my freaking life! If I want my friend to give me a nice haircut, I should be allowed to ask her! But NOO, we have to spend $20 on a haircut that might not even looking right!! AHHHHH!!!!! I hate rules!!!!
Go to bed at nine, not ten. You're not allowed to let Akira cut your hair. You need to do homework before eating a snack (I concentrate better with food). No going out past six (Damn.). No listening to music while doing homework (I don't even know the point of that one). No wasting money on useless stuff. No working on your stories before homework.
The last one, pisses me off the most!! I'm a writer!! I will write no matter what!! My friend, Hitomi, took away every single notebook and paper except my worksheet. My teacher found two poems and a part of a story on the back!! Writing is in my blood!!! Just like listening to music while writing!!!
You can't mold me with rules!!! I become a rebel because of these damn rules!!! I will bend every rule I must!!
Okay, I'm done ranting for the day. Sorry for cursing. You might not see another post until next weekend since I have five hour play practice. Ja matta until then!

Gods save me from myself!!!!!!!

Why! TELL ME WHY IN HELL I'M LIKE THIS!!! This life would be so much better if I could leave and never ever come back to this hell-hole prison they call home!!
Let me start from the beginning so you can all understand why I feel so god-damn angry!!
So I went down to the coffee shop since my AP European History class had a study group (since the AP test coming up in May). It finished around an hour later, so I bought a snack and a mocha and went over to the supermarket to buy some new shoes (my normal shoes, a.k.a. boots, are dead and no shoes in my house fit me.) I had $50 to buy normal shoes and some sandals for summer. I found some great sandals but no normal everyday shoes. Walking back from the store (About two miles away from home), I met my friend (who was driving with her family and jumped out the car to run to me) who was heading to the library. Knowing how much I love books, she asked if I can go with her, her sister, and her mom. I finished reading my manga, so we headed over to the antique store (You all know how much I talk about it). Inside I saw a geisha doll that was just like Otoha-chan, only as an adult, which I saw last month with Ishymaru. I got my friend to get it down (Since she could reach the shelf and I couldn't). It costed $20 but I had enough left. I went and bought her, instantly naming her Yuki. My friends took me back home afterwords. When my mom came home, she wanted to know how much money I had left after for my normal shoes. Being the wimp that I am, I just pointed at Yuki. She almost had a freaking panic attack. What she did not know was she, now, owes me over $40 of allowances and other jobs I have done. I had a shouting match with my sister (Making my already horrible cough, just that much worse) and after a lot of screaming and then about twenty minutes of no one speaking to the other, my mom gave me $20 for the shoes I so desperately need.
Even so, I still feel like I just want to scream and cry!! The only thing saving me seems to be Yuki-san. Her eyes are almost telling me to stay calm.
I'm sorry, but this is the only way I can vent anything out when everybody is gone. Ishymaru is at a B.B.Q. somewhere and Hitomi is at a horse show. My very few fellow bloggers that either were just scanning through blogs or actually follow me, I thank you very much for dealing with me.
Blessings be to all of you.