The Suckiness of it All

I'm here at the Performing Arts school that I told y'all about.

Jeez, I l-o-v-e my roommates.

They're so laid back, unlike Char who had to have everything in a place. And I'm allowed to jump on the beds here. If I were at home, my butt would be beet red from a severe spanking. Yet, Char lets Mark do it all the time. And I can blare my iPod loudly, and no one would yell at me for listening to music with meaning.

But whatever. I'm finally away from Denver and my repulsive family.

I'm really...different from my roommates.

Mandy is girly, and so's Hilarie. I'm NOT girly. They both wear makeup. I try my hardest not to gag.

Bethie's......weird. She's just different. I don't know if it's in the good way. It's hard to tell if she's happy at times or not. Like, no matter how much she smiles, it's always evident that she's sad. I try to get her to laugh, but I can tell it's hard for her.

She's also got a blog!

http://www.elizabethatthefactory.blogspot.com/

In reading her older posts, I fully understand why she's upset. She's been through a lot of heartbreak, with her best friend leaving and her boyfriend treating her like yarn. The popular girls outcasting her into the sea of outcastedness.

Maybe that's why I like this school so much better then my old school. At my old school, I was the weird girl. I had very few friends, and nobody really talked to me unless they were insulting me or telling me to shut up. I even felt like an outcast in my own home, what, with Char and Knife and Mark. Here, nobody's really an outcast because we're all performers. We can be dramatic and artistic without looking like a complete and utter retard.


Maybe I should live here.

~S~