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O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
As a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear-
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!


Eileen; sahkae@gmail.com

I line my eyes like a raccoon and my nail polish is always cracked.


Tuesday, November 15
Drama today was interesting and embarrassing.

I had to scriggle on the floor like a bloody snake, not an easy thing to do in tight jeans while having to ensure my butt crack wasn't saying hello. I pretended to be a 5 year old skipping around with a lolly - oh utter embarrassment, then a stressed person. I had to act sad, then joyful, then angry. For a moment, I owned a 'gold-plated, diamond-encrusted ballpoint pen' - whatever it is. I was the daughter who invited her boyfriend over when her parents went to bed.

Then I have a half-baked, bimbotic 15 year old highlighting my lack of theatrical skills. Oh pish, like I had any in the first place.

Okay, but I survived drama class.


2:17:00 am


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