phantom

And they arrived.

The "Phantom of the Opera" audition music is in my inbox and I'm literally DYING. Like, DYING.
With excitement and I don't even know what!?

Total
oh
em
gee


I will write more about this later.
For now, I'm just gonna repeat.

OH
EM
GEE

And A's arriving tomorrow morning.
And I just finished a loooad of macarons with dad+Mrs.

OH

EM

GEE



Devil doesn't play fair. 
M.


Like I'm going to diiiiieee with excitemeeenntnttttntntntnnntntnt. (Hello, audition! Thine ass will be kicked. Please, wish me steady nerves and the rest!)

hate

i'm full of hate
so nice.
i'll work on it tomorrow.

(sorry for the anti-Christmas vibe, but whatever)

hair+boredom=

BATMANBATMAN

Saw Batman yesterday. (And by this I mean "The Dark Knight Rises".)
And for the first time in the BFI Imax, which - if you were wondering - is SICK.

Just Batman, and Nolan.
Nolan, Nolan, Nolan.
I mean, really.

BAT.MAN.
M.

language

“So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. Don’t use very sad, use morose. Language was invented for one reason, boys - to woo women - and, in that endeavor, laziness will not do. It also won’t do in your essays.”
John Keating, Dead Poets Society