I guess I don't want out.

I just don't want to be the center of Miss F's attention.



Why the hell is she so pissed that I don't like the dumb show she picked for the conference????? She NEVER warned me that I should have options for her. Last I remember, it was not up to me for us to do a good show. We told her we wanted something legit, and not something cheesy and typical like "Speed Date." It is pratically the half-hour-long version of "Check, Please," the skit about blind dating, that we did last year. And it or something exactly like it (because they really are all the same) is done by someone at the conference EVERY year. We could be doing Conventional Behavior, or even Oh Dad, Poor Dad. Hell, we could have done something that was still stupid, as long as it was legitimate and not corny. She did not deliver. I was looking forward to conference so much. Now... God, fuck it. It's not the worst thing she's done, but it's up there with Little Women, Night of One Acts, and Sounds of the Library.

If I'm lucky she'll cast me as Bonnie in the Carol Burnett skit so I don't have to be a part of that shit. I don't care that I'll be missing out on the one act I've been waiting so long to do. Last one act was Chamber Music. CHAMBER MUSIC! ONE OF THE BEST ONE ACTS BY ONE OF THE BEST PLAYWRIGHTS EVER. And I wasn't in it because of all the senior girls. Now I get my chance and she throws something she dug out of a pit of putrid internet refuse and "I should have told her sooner I didn't want to do it."

Well by the time I found out we were doing it, she had already sent in the information. Where was I supposed to let her know????

"Last week, last month, last year, Kara."

fuck. of course. my bad. Maybe she forgot that I'm the one directing the conference show, not her. All she had to do was pick it out. And now you're trying to make it better by telling me that "we can do it here at the school, onstage, as a one-night production." Actually, no, because that will just remind me how no one cares about the acting class or the Thespians. We'll do it in front of five of our parents instead of in front of Thespians from all over the state, to whom we want to prove our worth. We want to stand out, and "Speed Date" gives us no room to do that.

You can't blame this one on your sexual frustration, Heidi. I had such high hopes.