Do you believe there’s anything beyond troll guy reality?

What a day. I’m so tired I could just about drop, but I’m waiting for Jeff to call me so we can make plans for tomorrow. He’s leaving on Wednesday already; I swear, his stay was too short. Anyway, I had play rehearsals the entire day. We really need to rush everything because we’re already going to perform next Thursday, and we’ve only done two songs so far! I was really looking forward to seeing our director again–he’s a real hottie. But to my horror, I entered the auditorium and saw that he had his hair colored! Not exactly colored, more like highlighted light brown. I hate it when Filipino guys have their hair highlighted light brown! It looks so jologs! Doesn’t he know that light hair and brown skin does not go well at all? I thought he had more sense than that! I really don’t mind dyed hair, so long as it looks nice on them. But the natural look is always the best.

There were also some guys from La Salle Greenhills who came to rehearse with us. I was hoping there would be someone cute but unfortunately they only looked average. Although one of them had a really nice body, he looked like the type of guy who could be more vain about his looks than girls can be. He wore a tight-fit shirt that totally showed off his muscles, but his face had a look that said, “Hey girls. Check me out.” And then this other guy could sing well, but then he didn’t really look that cute. I swear, I wish there were custom-made guys we can crush on or something. Like, I can choose muscle-dude’s body and attach it to the head of someone really hot, and give him a really great singing voice to top it off. In my dreams…well, at least they were La Sallites and not the dudes from Don Bosco. Fortunately for me, they have their own play to worry about–hahaha! Some of the girls in the play were saying that the guys from Don Bosco (from the previous play) were more friendly, only they weren’t really gentlemen. Even though the La Sallites didn’t really pay us much attention, they had good manners at least. I didn’t really mind–I can’t stand guys, or people, who have lousy manners.

I really need to watch what I’m eating for the next two weeks because one of my costumes in the play will be a really fitted jumpsuit. I’m not exactly fat but you know. Since my curves can really show, I might as well look my best. I really hate my thighs; they’re so huge! When I see my other batchmates’ thighs I feel so jealous because the fats don’t jiggle around when they walk. Then again, I have nicer breasts (hey…let’s be proud of what we have, all right?).

I’m really enjoying myself during rehearsals. I don’t have any close friends in the cast but at least my number of acquaintances is growing. I’m friends mostly with the sophomores–for some reason, some of them seem to know who I am. There was this girl who approached me and was like, “You’re Lauryn, right?” Which surprised me because I don’t know any sophomores who could have mentioned me to her. Ah well…*shrug*

Well I’d better go now and get myself some well-deserved rest. That is, as soon as Jeffie calls.